A Taste of Spring

Chapter 24

Dez pulled out one of his dining chairs. He absently pulled the magazines off the bakery box as he thought of another word. He bought the steamy crossword puzzle book for his father as a gag gift. Never once did he consider his conservative father would actually like the thing.

"Coition," Dez replied, dryly. He didn't mean to sound so bored, because if his mother got wind of his mood of late, she would have a dozen of his family and friends camped out in his loft, in full out intervention mode. She just discovered the television show that had several seasons under its belt. To her credit, his mother was just as conservative as his father, and reality television was one of her least favorite things. Yet, the older they got the more Dez saw changes in them. Ones he actually approved of. But he totally regretted getting them the sex crosswords. This new uninhibited nonsense had to stop.

"Bingo!" his father yelled through the line. There was some scribbling then a giggle. "So, what's it like living in the Devil's Playground of late?"

They could stand a bit more change.

"You should come to visit and see for yourself, Pop. Granddad used to tell me how much you loved it here as a boy. Bring mom and I'll make it special."

"Not gonna happen. New York isn't your mother's cup of tea, so you can stop being a smartass and tell me how you're coming along."

"Everything's amazing, Pop."

you been up

Mrs. Marcum and I just had a nice chat in the

Fallon are a couple? Why would she

He lifted the next off the pile then

on the cover

his father was telling him, "I have

dining table without even disconnecting

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SPRING

her hand, Spring chose one of several glasses of champagne when the waiter lowered the tray. She lifted the rim of the glass to her lips and swept her tongue over it but didn't take a sip. Her nerves were fired up and

Summer reached around her to take a glass, "I'll drink for the both

eyes but took

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