It was Wednesday, April Fools’ Day. Bruce was working from home and Joanna was, too. Selena had to go into the art gallery. Trevor and Christopher had gone into the office. In the afternoon, they were going to meet with a group of investors who were taking bids from contractors and developers for a new two-hundred and thirty room hotel in Philadelphia.            Bruce went to the dining room for lunch. Joanna was already in there eating a large shrimp salad and drinking lemonade. She was wearing a pink dress that made her look like the beautiful expecting mother she was.            “Hi,” Joanna said with her mouth full.            “Hey. Getting a lot of work done?” Bruce asked.  &nbs

            Christopher and Bruce arrived at the hospital the next day. Ray was picking up the new parents in the family limo, but the brothers wanted to be there to.            There was no reason for Joanna and little James to stay longer than one night at the hospital. Both of them were healthy as horses according to what Trevor told them over the phone that morning.            “Ray is downstairs acting like the child is his. He’s so honored to be driving them home,” Christopher said.            “I know,” Bruce said with a little smile.            They saw Trevor slowly walking down the hall like he was in a daze.    &nbs

One week later . . . Beverly was at home typing up a nightclub review for The N.Y. when her cell rang. The caller ID said Not Available, so she figured it was her contact.“Hello?”“Bev, it’s Devin. Look, I found that guy.” Devin was a guy she had known from Queens when she had lived there as a child. He was eight years older than. Even back then, he was the guy who could find anything, find anyone, or get you a hook-up for everything.“Good. It’s been a month since I heard from you last. I thought you had given up.”“If I had, I would have returned your three hundred bucks. If I can’t make good, I usually return my fee. He’s living above La Hacienda a block away from the Bronx. It’s a Mexican restaurant he and his old lady just opened. But, there’s a catch.”Beverly rolled her eyes. “Of course, there is. What is it?&rdqu

            Bruce took Beverly to a gym three miles away from Brooklyn called Sweat 24. Bruce and Beverly had stretched and got on treadmills. Beverly had put on black biker shorts with a black halter top.  She power walked as Bruce jogged beside her.            “You’re on a state of the art machine and all you’re going to do is walk?” he breathed out.            “Yep. I’m not bouncing my tits all over the place for them to be sagging before their time,” Beverly answered bluntly.            Bruce snorted. Then, cleared his throat quickly.            She looked over at him.        

            Bruce had been surprised when Beverly produced some toiletries for him to use.  She had put on a light spring trench coat over her nightie and power walked a block away to the drug store to pick up deodorant, manly soap, she figured hers be to girly for him, a toothbrush, shampoo and conditioner in one, hair gel, a pack of razors, and shaving cream. She had even splurged an extra forty dollars and got him cologne. Bruce had still been asleep when she got back. He didn’t even know she had left the apartment.Bruce seemed very grateful and offered to pay her back. “I insist. I don’t want to be a freeloader.”            “Okay. Just give me the seventy bucks after you shower and dress,” she said, giving in.            “Okay,” he said and