I woke to a newspaper swatting my head.
“Get your ass over there and tell them girls to turn that damn music down…..or I’m calling the police!”
I sat up groggily, still waking up and trying to figure out just what the hell was going on exactly.
There was a loud, low rumble of music coming from our neighbors. Apparently, it had been enough to wake my wife.
Beverly was more than ten years my senior, and since I was well into my forties, that made her pretty dang old. It didn’t help that I looked incredibly young for my age while her hair had turned silvery white years ago.
Often people mistook her for my mother, and over the years she had begun to act accordingly…..fixing my meals, sending me off to work each morning, and scolding me constantly.
“If you don’t go take care of it, I will!” Beverly snarled.
She would too.
I glanced at her warily.
“Are you sure you want me going over there and trying to break up a sorority party at this time of night…..I mean, walking into a house full of girls?”