Muscle Memories

My dog, Abby, is the first to announce their arrival. The boys enter through the kitchen door, fresh from the gym. Fresh in teenage boys’ sweaty funk and in a sense of triumph. They come here most everyday after their post-employment/post-school workout to make protein shakes. They’re laughing, but look whupped.

“What did y’all work on today?”
“Back and Bi’s!” (or any prescribed combo of different body parts/muscle groups.)
They walk…