“Babe, he’s down on his luck. We have room in the basement,” stressed Nicole Hansen to her husband, Matt. “He won’t be in the way.”
“But that’s my space,” protested the thirty-eight year-old drywall installer with dirty blond hair and dark brown eyes.
“It’ll just be for a couple of months. Plus we can’t just let him be homeless.”
“Can’t we,” scoffed the construction worker.
“No,” shot back the physical therapy assistant.

“Fine, Nic,” relented Matt. “But tell him none of his gay stuff here.”
“What,” she gasped.

Matt rolled over in the bed and then rolled his eyes. Nicole and the rest of the Meyer brood may have enjoyed pretending to be good Lutherans and not seeing that Kyle was a flaming homosexual, but he preferred to live in reality. He had no problem with it, but he just didn’t want it rubbing off on their son.

Nicole continued in a state of denial, “I’ll let him know he can move in this weekend.”
“Great,” Matt huffed, making himself comfortable for some sleep.

Kyle Meyer had been out of work for a couple of weeks from his job as a bartender since the lockdown order had gone into effect. This caused him to be unable to pay rent and his roommates were tiring of him.

Kyle’s final hope had been Nicole. Well, not really. But he didn’t want to move in with their parents. So he went through each of his siblings hoping someone might take pity. As usual, Nicole was the softie.

The next morning, Matt awoke to the smell of bacon. He meandered down the stairs of his split level home and found his wife cooking. There were scrambled eggs and French toast too. “What the heck,” he chuckled.

“I just wanted to say thanks for letting Kyle come and stay,” she beamed.
“Is this what it’s gonna take to get breakfast every morning?”
“Don’t be silly,” giggled the blue-eyed brunette.
“Who said I was k**ding?”
“Well, I’ll tell Kyle that his rent. Breakfast three days a week.”
“Don’t worry about it. We’ll have to foot the bill.”
“Matt…”

“Sorry, Nic. I know the k**s’ll love him being here.”
“They sure will. I gotta run,” she announced, pecking him on the cheek.

Nicole disappeared through the door. The k**s were still asleep. The lockdown had altered their schedules and Matt had no energy to enforce bedtimes with his thirteen and ten year-old offspring. Things had slowed down in his line of work considerably. But unlike most Americans, he’d done a good job of saving and managing his money.

He didn’t allow his family to live beyond their means. They had a nice house and two good vehicles. They took vacations. Ella was in cheerleading gymnastics. Wyatt played hockey. Those cost money. He just didn’t go for things that were overly extravagant.

If his homosexual brother-in-law had saved a few tips here and there, he might not need to be mooching off him at the moment. But as they say, happy wife, happy life. He finished his food and went back to the master bedroom. He walked into the bathroom to take his morning constitutional. A quick glance in the mirror revealed that he no longer had the tight athletic body of a left wing, but still not too bad. It was good enough to garner some flirtations from some of the barely legal waitresses at his favorite after hours watering hole.