“Estelle wants you to wash Hank’s wet clothes . . . that is, ‘if you can find the washing machine.’” My impersonation wasn’t half as good as Gina’s.

“She said that? I feel bad for you, Ceej. You still have six years left here. Not me. Just a few more weeks and I’m off to college!”

She had been accepted to Quinnipiac University in Connecticut to play soccer on a full scholarship and study physical therapy. I was having a hard time accepting that it was going to be just me and Estelle. For one thing, Gina loved to do things for Bones.

“Give me the clothes, Hank. I’ll wash them for you, honey.”

Almost on command (it was probably the “honey”), Bones started taking off his clothes right there in the kitchen. I had to save him, even though it would’ve been really funny to just let him strip right there down to his undies.

“In the bathroom, ya fluffoon!”

Bones stopped and thought for a second, looked at Gina, and said, “Oh, yeah . . . right.”

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