Chapter Six
Faith wearily walked through her apartment door, tossing her bag haphazardly on the floor.
"Hey hon," Fred said looking at his exhausted wife, "another long night? It's after one."
"Yeah, Bos was maced and we had to take him in to get checked," she said slumping down into her husband's arms. "How're the kids? Did Charlie pass his math test?"
"Bosco got maced?" Fred asked laughing. "Oh, what I would have paid to see that!"
Faith slowly sat up and turned to look at her husband. "Are you kidding me?" she asked in disbelief. "Have you ever been maced? That stuff's nothing to mess around with."
Fred continued to giggle. "Tough 'ol Boscorelli gets taken down with the granny protection!" he said, slapping his knee.
Faith rubbed her eyes. I'm married to a two-year-old, she thought. "Well, whatever. I'm worried about him though," she said.
"Faith," Fred whined, "the stuff's not fatal or anything, he'll live."
"I know that," she responded. "But lately.I don't know his moods have been off and I can tell he hasn't been getting much sleep. I think something's bothering him, but he won't tell me."
""What, are you going to go over there, give him some warm milk and tuck him in," Fred mocked in a singsong voice. "The man is just that, a man. He can handle his own problems. Focus on what's going on around here. Like you maybe getting your shift switched."
"I would only do it if Bos agreed to switch with me," Faith said, regretting the sentence as soon as it left her mouth.
"What?!" Fred exclaimed. "What does he have to do with anything? You're switching so you can spend some time with your daughter, not so you and Bosco can try out another shift together!"
Faith sighed. She was really not in the mood to argue tonight and made a conscious decision to let it go. And Fred had a point. She had enough problems to deal with without adding on Bosco's set. Besides, she mused, if he won't even tell me, it must not be that bad. She headed off to bed with this reassurance.
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Faith wearily walked through her apartment door, tossing her bag haphazardly on the floor.
"Hey hon," Fred said looking at his exhausted wife, "another long night? It's after one."
"Yeah, Bos was maced and we had to take him in to get checked," she said slumping down into her husband's arms. "How're the kids? Did Charlie pass his math test?"
"Bosco got maced?" Fred asked laughing. "Oh, what I would have paid to see that!"
Faith slowly sat up and turned to look at her husband. "Are you kidding me?" she asked in disbelief. "Have you ever been maced? That stuff's nothing to mess around with."
Fred continued to giggle. "Tough 'ol Boscorelli gets taken down with the granny protection!" he said, slapping his knee.
Faith rubbed her eyes. I'm married to a two-year-old, she thought. "Well, whatever. I'm worried about him though," she said.
"Faith," Fred whined, "the stuff's not fatal or anything, he'll live."
"I know that," she responded. "But lately.I don't know his moods have been off and I can tell he hasn't been getting much sleep. I think something's bothering him, but he won't tell me."
""What, are you going to go over there, give him some warm milk and tuck him in," Fred mocked in a singsong voice. "The man is just that, a man. He can handle his own problems. Focus on what's going on around here. Like you maybe getting your shift switched."
"I would only do it if Bos agreed to switch with me," Faith said, regretting the sentence as soon as it left her mouth.
"What?!" Fred exclaimed. "What does he have to do with anything? You're switching so you can spend some time with your daughter, not so you and Bosco can try out another shift together!"
Faith sighed. She was really not in the mood to argue tonight and made a conscious decision to let it go. And Fred had a point. She had enough problems to deal with without adding on Bosco's set. Besides, she mused, if he won't even tell me, it must not be that bad. She headed off to bed with this reassurance.
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