THREE MEN AND A LADY
Chapter Eleven

Jack cautiously stepped into the kitchen. Cal and Fabrizio were sleeping in the living room, and it didn’t take much to wake them. Since Rose’s return two days before, he had been blissfully ignoring his housemates.

Therein lay his mistake. Cal had managed, in less than seventy-two hours, to eat all the food in the house. He had even consumed the tuna Fabrizio had found in the mailbox.

Fabrizio had assisted him in this; while Cal lay on the couch, Fabrizio had fed him.

Jack stood in the desolate room. The cabinets were empty and the refrigerator door hung open, revealing a barren interior. He sighed; this time Cal and Fabrizio had gone too far.

Jack walked across the hall and into the living room. Cal was sprawled on the couch, Fabrizio on the floor. The TV glowed soundlessly.

Jack carefully stepped over the sleeping Fabrizio. He snapped off the TV. Cal awoke with a start. Irritated, he turned to face Jack. "Why did you just do that?"

Jack stared. "What?"

"You heard me." Cal’s tone resembled that of a kindergarten teacher. "Why did you do that?"

"Because you were asleep."

"So?"

"It was a waste of electricity."

Cal’s lips puckered. "How many times do I have to tell you there is no such thing as electricity!"

"Then how does your precious TV work?" Jack asked calmly.

Cal was adamant. "My TV has nothing to do with that horrible stuff." Tears appeared in his eyes. Jack groaned.

He had been hoping to avoid this.

*****

Rose slipped, unnoticed, into the living room. Cal was crying on the couch, and Jack looked close to tears himself. The best thing that could happen was that she would manage to calm Cal down. The worst was that he would continue to cry.

Gritting her teeth, Rose thought of a plan.

She never thought of one. Fabrizio had left the room and wandered into the hall. He was leaning against the wall, daydreaming about French fries. A knock on the door interrupted him. He skipped to the door and opened it. His eyes went wide at what he saw. "Ah!" he screamed in terror. Fabrizio ran up the stairs, not stopping until he reached the attic.

Chapter Twelve
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