The doorbell rings twice before Huey builds up the energy to push himself out of his seat.
"Goddamn it, I'm coming!" he shouts, reaching for his cane as he stands on wobbly legs. To think that someone is interrupting his Saturday afternoon gets Huey cursing under his breath. Fall is all about relaxing and getting away from the world, but today has been anything but. Earlier, he had the Jehova's Witnesses banging on the door at a quarter past ten, then he had to see his daughter off to college. Then help his fucking wife load her baked goods in her goddamn Volkswagen.
"Can't a man get any peace and quiet around here?" he grumbles and lets out a series of racking coughs. He had been looking out at the bay until that damn doorbell started ringing. The whitecaps on the deep blue were lulling him to sleep, and the shadows were starting to stretch across the hardwood floors when...
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