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thought the housekeeper would take care of it in the morning.He
headed up stairs.  
    This was
the kind of thing a man and his wife needed to discuss.   She had the money to pay a housekeeper,
so why not?   He’d been raised with
household help, but his parents never would have stood for this level of
thoughtlessness.   The issue was a
value judgment and they’d have to discuss it and decide what they wanted to, well,
value.  
    A small
pit opened in his stomach. He was damn sure the issue had never caused even a
minute blip in one neuron anywhere in her brain.   He would have to bring it up.   They would never agree.   As Head of Household he’d have to make a decision.   There’d be a brawl.   He’d end up spanking her. Which, come
to think of it--
    No. He
wasn’t going there.  
     
    Apparently
another hurricane had blown through their bedroom.   Clothes were strewn everywhere.   The bed not only hadn’t been made but mud and debris
decorated the linens.
    A large
head poked from under a mound of duvet.
    Andrew
stared.
    It was a
very large head, and a very ugly one.   What else remained hidden from view?
    He
dropped his satchel in a chair and wandered around the room, assessing.
    Most of
the clothes had been left there by his errant wife.
    The
shredded items could likely be attributed to the dog.   The majority of the destroyed crap was hers, thereby serving
as a good object lesson. Maybe.
      Great. What wife wouldn’t love a man who
thinks about giving her object lessons?   He was a dick.
    The duvet
surged from the bed and a dog the size of a small horse landed in the middle of
the room. The beast shook vigorously, before stretching, front feet and chest
lowered to the floor.   His hips
stayed in the air. The thick tail wagged slowly.  
    The dog
trotted back over to the bed. Rooting around, he found something and brought it
over to drop in a sodden ball at Andrew’s feet.
    “Shit!”
    He’d worn
those pigskin boots since he was 16.   After he’d found them in a pawn shop in Arizona and emptied his pockets
to buy them.   One of them was never
going to be worn again.  
    He jerked
the door open and stuck his head into the hall. “Denise!”
    He left
the door open and circled the room, furiously grabbing up clothes, tossing
items that appeared unscathed into a chair, and throwing the remnants into a
corner.
    “Denise!”
    The Beast
lowered its haunches to the floor and watched with interest.   Which pissed Andrew off even more.
    “Get out
of my room!”
    The dog
curled back its lip.
    “Did you
freaking growl at me?”
    Lucas
sauntered into the room.   “Tiny!”   He took in the mess
of sheets and shredded clothes and hurriedly grabbed “Tiny” by the collar,
ready to rush out into the hall.
    “Denise!”
Lucas yelled. Obviously the kid thought it was time to disappear, leaving the
job of calming his brother in law to someone else.
    Andrew
stepped in the kid’s path, arms crossed over his chest.   “Freeze!”
    Lucas
froze.
    His wife
stormed through the door. She barged past him, rushing to her brother’s rescue
within nano seconds of the kid’s call.
    Andrew
was annoyed.   His call hadn’t
produced results like that.   Finding her brother in one piece, Denise calmed down and took note. She
let her gaze briefly inventory the room, and finally, finally, come to rest on
him, her husband. Pardon him for thinking she damn well should have looked at
him first.
    “What are
you doing with my bra?”
    In spite
of himself, Andrew grinned.   His
wife believed the best defense was a good offense.
    “Picking
it up off the floor.”   He waved a
hand around the room.   “I’ve got
two piles here, Denise.   This pile
is for clothes the dog didn’t eat.   I think you can maybe put them in
the laundry and then put them away.   This pile belongs to the dog. They
can’t be saved .”   He pointed at
the filthy brute who leered back at him.
    Lucas
moved directly in front of the dog