"Dolby?" Smed thought he might have a coughing fit when he heard his brother's voice. His older brother Dolby never called. If they did, his wife Molly did all the talking.
"I had dinner with your friends," Dolby said first thing. Of course, he talked about his steak and how he liked it medium rare.
Smed nodded, thinking he was talking about someone he used to work with. Smed set down on the bed in his black tank and flannel plaid pajamas. He was ready for bed, but not he felt he was playing a round of Jeopardy with Dolby.
"Wait? Dolby? What friends?" He wasn't sure where this tale might be going.
"You know, your friends. Caitlin and that guy." Dolby acknowleged.
Now Smed felt like a fool that he didn't get it.
"You had dinner with Caitlin and Gavin?" Now Smed was curious. It was good to hear she was out and about, and with Gavin.
He leaned back in bed thinking this might be a long talk. Hopefully, Sammi wouldn't mind, she was pouring on the lotion because of the winter weather.
"Well, it was kind of a spur of the moment thing. They were thinking of going in to Angie's steakhouse and we met them at the door. Molly started talking. So we just visited. Heard all about that new woman in your life. You, gonna just live with her? Are get hitched, dude?" Dolby shot the question.
"We're thinking, about it, getting married." Smed said as he looked at Sammi thinking how his brother was putting him on the spot.
"Why don't you come on out here? For Christmas." Dolby wanted to know.
"I just don't know. We, we really haven't made any arrangement with work and all, you know." Smed wasn't sure if that was a real excuse. He knew he should bring Sammi out to see his brother and his wife, and he guessed the holidays were good time as any. "I'll see what I can do. OK? I'll talk to to Sammi. We'll you let you know soon."
Smed was certain his brother wasn't going to let him off the hook.