Eight - Easter Bunny

“Maybe if I stay silent, he’ll go away,” I whispered to Nathan who was clearly still amused.

“Why are your clothes are shoes in here? I know you’re home, I saw your car in the parking lot,” Anthony said.

“I don’t think so,” Nathan told me. He was grinning ear to ear. I narrowed my eyes at him, pushed him away, picked up my bathrobe, put it on and went to see Anthony.

“Why are you in your bathrobe?” Anthony asked. He was eating crackers which he must have found in my fridge because he said, “your fridge looks better now.”

“Who let you in?” I asked him.

“I let myself in.”

“You don’t have a key.”

“Easy lock.”

I took a breath in. “I have told you countless times, Anthony—”

“You have a man over,” he said, cutting me off. I was stunned, didn’t know what to say, didn’t have anything to say. Nathan’s shoes were there, his shirt too, right next to my shoes and my dress.

“You were having sex!” Anthony exclaimed.

“What!”

“Where’s he?”

“Nice to see you again, Anthony,” Nathan’s voice echoe