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I've spent the better part of the day away from home and there's a party going on, but there's a far, far more important thing to be done. Six bottles of good beer, birthday cake, and a personally wrapped gift await Joe, along with two sets of clothes and masks. I'll change for the party after, but for now, I'm decked in a pair of dark denims and a tight blue t-shirt, pacing back and forth as I wait for him.

It doesn't take me very long to lean myself out the back door of the Homestead to find Joe in the shade with a book. My hand still gripping the frame, I lean out with a broad grin on my face. "Come inside," I invite. "If you're not secretly napping."