He quickly changes out of her uniform, and grabs a six-bottle pack of Miller Genuine Draft and a few Bartles & Jaymes strawberry wine coolers from the fridge. He walks next door. He rings the doorbell and waits, twiddling his toes against the roof of his shoes.
When Kevin sees the man who answers, he steps back and nearly drops the drinks onto the sidewalk.
“You okay?” the man asks, reaching out to him. “You must be Barb’s husband. Kevin, right?”