Moving

At one-thirty I opened the door to our apartment and both women were standing by the door with tears on their faces.

"Now what?" I asked.

"You are our hero." Jenn said.

"I can't be. You beat Mike up, not me."

"Janice called. She gave us five places to go look at. We're moving so we have room for all of us."

"Oh, that." I smiled. We called Janice back and arranged to meet her at the first place at four. Then we went to the doctor and had Allison checked. I stayed in the ...