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adopted Sean and looked after him all through college.
     
    Brian pulled the Charger into his narrow driveway, jumped out and opened the rear door for Bailey and Sean.  Sean looked up at the garage.  His beat up Jeep was in there, along side a new black on black E63.
     
    “We going to take the Benz out tonight?”  Sean asked, knowing the answer.  The car was one step away from a racecar.  Brian never let Sean near it.
     
    “What?  The bar is on the next block.  No!  We will walk.” 
     
    Brian grabbed one of the bags and Bailey followed both of them to the back of the house.  She was not a dog that would just suddenly run away and was rarely on a leash.  She followed Sean everywhere.
     
    Adjacent to the driveway was a large deck with several pieces of patio furniture scattered about.  The kitchen door opened off of the deck.  The door was original to the house and full of character.  The wood near the bottom right side was worn from years of people nudging it with their feet to get it open.  It was made of thick oak - a window covered the top half of the door.  Over the years, the window’s ancient glass had picked up a wave that all old glass eventually gets.  It was amazing it had never broken as it rattled in the frame every time the door shut. It was going to take an act of god to break that glass.
     
    Sean walked through the kitchen, threw his bag down, dropped and immediately started knocking out push-ups.  He didn’t know why. He just felt like it.
     
    Brian came in right after him and stopped when he saw Sean.
     
    “What the hell is wrong with you? Get off the floor! Grab a beer and relax.”
     
    “You’re the one yelling,” Sean answered, popping up to his feet.
     
    “You’re acting like a freak.  You still have a suit on for crying out loud!”  Brian said opening the fridge.  He had noticed Sean’s crazy obsession with exercise, but had not really said anything.  It was getting to be too much.
     
    Sean grabbed a Rolling Rock and popped it open on the way to the living room.  He flopped down on the leather couch; Bailey lay down next to him. In addition to the couch, the room was furnished with two leather club chairs, a chest that served as a coffee table and a couple of random Persian rugs.  The staircase behind the couch led to the second floor.   The original wood floors added to the look and warmth of the house.   Adjacent to the living room was a study and dining room.  Off the kitchen were the stairs to the basement.
     
    “Wow! A new TV.”  Sean searched for the remote.  Brian was one of those folks that had to have the latest TV, stereo or laptop.  Finding the remote, he flipped on a football game.  He never could get his arms around college games that were played on Thursday or Friday (Although, his school played plenty on days other than Saturday.)  God intended for football to be played on Saturday.
     
    “Get up. We are going out by 9.  It’s 8:30.  I am going to change.”
     
    “Just wear the cop stuff.  I bet we get free drinks all night,” Sean said drinking his beer.
     
    “It’s a uniform and the answer is no.  I did not take the job for the free drinks,” Brian answered and went upstairs.
     
    “I can’t think of a better reason to take a job.” 
     
    Sean took a long sip of the beer, put his hand on Bailey’s head and said, “Come on girl, I’m going to change.”
     
    Across the street, the black Tahoe stopped.  The redhead got out, said something to the occupants of the truck and headed into the duplex directly opposite Brian’s house.
     

 
    II
    Push-ups
    Pittsburgh
     
    Sean tossed his bag onto the bed, and looked around the room.  It was spotless.  Queen bed.  Dresser.  Bathroom.  Brian’s maid took care of everything.  He was thankful.  Bailey jumped onto the bed and watched him.   He put the beer on the dresser and fished his iPhone out of his pocket, placing it on the Bose dock.  He hit shuffle.