Moving Day IV: The Man of the House
The men of the house show themselves.It was just getting dark. The day certainly wasn't over yet. Almost as soon as Amelia and I had finished our rather lengthy encounter, we were beset by a knocking on the door. Half asleep in her arms, I was a little surprised when she called out to the door, “Come in, why don't you? It's your house, Cyrus.” The door opened and a familiar tall figure entered. Giggling a little bit, I waved and said, “Hey, Cyrus.” He replie...