Monday Homecoming (Socks CXVI)

Grunter toweled off, sat on the edge of the bed, and dressed.
"Let yourself out. Catch the lights, and lock the knob. Don't worry about the deadbolt."
"What about your car?"
"Just go home."
In the car the radio was silent, accelerating was gentle, and the braking smooth .
When Grunter stepped into the living room, Pretty was still awake, watching the news.
"I didn't expect you this late."
"I didn't either."
Pretty got up and kissed grunter, "Did you just get out of the shower?"
"Frank wanted to play Racquetball."
"This late? Where?"
"What is this, the third degree?"