Fry smiled to himself. God he loved Ann Graves. He brushed his hand across his chin and up the left side of his face deep in thought. Wow, I didn’t realize I was sporting a fur coat. He made his way into her master bath to grab a quick shower and got a good look at himself in the mirror. ‘Mountain man’ barely began to cover what he was seeing.
Ann really must love him because she made no mention of the creature that now lived on his face. Right at that moment he decided to shave. Fry didn’t like how old this beard made him look. He sidestepped to the shower to fetch his razor and nearly stepped right into the low bin of kitty litter between the glass enclosed shower and the sink. He cursed softly. Where was that cat, anyway?