Harry Katz. Even at the best of times Will could barely tolerate the man, and today was not the best of times. Not by a long shot. When he got home from work last night, tired and hungry, Nina had come prancing down the stairs in a black, low-cut dress he’d never seen before and announced she was going out. “Don’t you remember? My meeting with Stan?” ”Yeah, Stan. The fitness franchise guy. Dressed like that. What about supper?” “There’s a casserole in the fridge, the boys’ favorite. Just pop it in the microwave.” A kiss on the cheek and she was out the door. So Will fed the boys, watched a cartoon dinosaur movie with them, bathed them and tucked them into their beds. The thirst hit him hard after that and he sat on the couch with a bottle of scotch, waiting for his wife to get home. The twins woke him there at six-thirty this morning. He found Nina in the kitchen, humming to something on the radio, getting breakfast ready for the boys.
