Most of us were feeling it at least. Michelle, still on the verge of popping, and Ollie had come over, too. My sister in law had been gracious enough to offer to help with the kitchen and the cleanup, but we all waved her off. She’d taken Bert’s custom recliner and rested while Ollie played on the floor with some toys that were in no way educational.
I didn’t care. I was off duty. I scratched my stubbled cheek. After almost a week it was reaching that point where it wasn’t a proper beard, but was more than just a rough patch. I looked damn scraggly. I’d have to shave that day and the next, just so that I didn’t have a hack job when Tracy came to pick us up.