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said.
    “Sure, I’m serious. I haven’t asked Dean yet, but I can’t imagine him saying no to a marriage proposal from me.”
    “Well, like I said, the calendar is pretty full with Advent activities. What part of the month?”
    “I don’t know, maybe towards Christmas?” Pat answered.
    “Christmas? You do like to make it hard on me, don’t you?”
    “Sorry, Mark,” Pat said, knowing he was asking a lot.
    “How about Christmas Eve day?”
    “Are you serious? You could marry us on the twenty-fourth of December?”
    “Might as well. Just as busy then as I am the rest of the month. It would have to be no later than, say, noon, because I’ve got two masses Christmas Eve, including the midnight one.”
    “Okay, pencil us in for, say, eleven o’clock. How’s that?”
    “For you, my friend, yes. Let me know when you confirm all this. You haven’t even asked your man yet!”
    “Okay, Mark; I hear Dean pulling into the driveway now. I better get off.”
    “Okay, stay safe,” Mark said and the phone line went dead.
    Pat heard the key in the door and Dean was in the house with a bag in his arms. “Boy, everybody is out in the stores buying everything. Are we getting an early snow or something?” Dean shouted.
    “I don’t know, honey, but lemme put on the Weather Channel and see.”
    Pat flicked on the television to the Weather Channel as his mind raced, planning his wedding. He would need to buy rings, and they would need to stay in Boston for a couple of days. Should they go on a honeymoon? Should he wear his wedding ring at work? He needed to talk to Hank and see what he thought about the work situation.
    Pat became filled with the glory of love as he got up from the sofa and walked into the kitchen. Dean was bent over into the refrigerator putting things into it that he just bought.
    “Hmm, one of the modern wonders of the world, that is,” Pat said.
    Dean just turned his head without backing out of the fridge. “What?’
    Pat smiled and Dean caught on. “Oh knock it off; you shouldn’t be horny this morning, or should I say this afternoon.”
    “What did you buy?”
    “Just odds and ends for tonight and the rest of the weekend. I’ll order a three foot sub and one large pizza from Guido’s; how’s that sound?” Dean asked.
    “Sounds good to me. I’ll give the boys a call now,” Pat said as he went back into the living room and dialed his partner and best friend—second only to Dean.
    “Hey dude, how’s it hanging? You bang that cutey of yours this weekend yet?” Pat asked.
    “Hell yeah! I banged him like an old jungle drum. How about you?”
    “I’m not saying who got banged, but I’m a happy camper this morning,” Pat replied.
    “Ahh, you dog! Threw them legs up, huh? I always knew you were a confirmed bottom.”
    “You know shit, that’s what you know!” Pat said with a roaring laugh.
    “Yeah, yeah, whatever. So, we playing tonight?”
    “Yeah, that’s why I’m calling. Say eight? You bring the beer; we’re going to order pizza and a three-foot sub. How’s that sound?”
    “Sounds great to me. I’ll try and be finished keeping Shawn naked and sweaty by then, throw him in the shower so that the scent of sex doesn’t drive you both crazy with desire, and be there at eight sharp!”
    “It’s a date. See ya tonight, and oh, I need to talk to you about something.”
    “Oh? Something serious like the job, or what?”
    “No, not the job, although it has some connection to it. But don’t say anything to Shawn, okay?”
    “Okay, but you do this all the time and I hate it!”
    “Do what?”
    “Tell me you wanna talk about something serious and then make me wait to find out what it is. Douche bag!”
    The phone went dead. Pat laughed and hung up standing there for a moment before he hit redial.
    “What is it now? You figure out a new way to fuck with me?”
    “Oh shut up; you’re worse than an old woman. Listen, can I swing by and pick you up, say, around two? I need