“Pretty cool.” He plopped down in a wooden chair at the decades old butcher-block table. “Hey, Dad…”
“Hmm?” Wil closed the fridge and opened the freezer, searching for something to get started for dinner.
“You know how you’ve been saying as soon as you get some time you were going to go to the gym?”
“Yeah,” he replied absently, pushing aside frozen packages of vegetables.
“Well, I signed you up.”
Wil stopped his search and turned, a frown tightening his features. “Say what?”
Chauncey grinned. “I signed you up.”
“Signed me up where, boy?”
He pulled a brochure from his back pocket and handed it to his father.
“Pause for Men? What the hell is that?”
Chauncey chuckled. “It’s a day spa, just for men. They have exercise, massage, steam room, the works. And they serve health food,” he added.
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