One day, two hours, eleven minutes.
There wasn’t a SPOT of dust in their house. He’d had to buy more soap, because he’d washed all the dirty clothes he could find. And he’d had to look, because Starsky hid them!
Hutch sat on the couch and put his head in his hands. He should’ve disobeyed Dobey’s order and gone. Surely Dobey knew he shouldn’t separate them? He KNEW how much it hurt them to be apart.
There wasn’t chore one left to be done.
He made a diving grab over the back of the couch when the phone rang!