Chapter 23

“We should go.” Rob started pulling at his eyebrows. “Hurry up, AC.”

AC held up a finger. A day and a half ago, he might have chosen the middle one. “I g-g-gotta get m-movin’, Luanne. I’ll s-s-see you in a d-d-d-day or so.”

“I can’t wait! I think those are the most words you’ve said to me since I married Sullivan ten years ago. I want to hear some more!”

“Thank you. T-there are t-two r-r-right th-there.”

“Love you, AC. I’ll have Sullivan get back to you concerning the other matter.”

“Th-thanks, Luanne. B-bye.”

“Let’s play a game,” Rob insisted the moment AC turned off his phone.

“O-k-kay.”

“Think of a color.”

“G-green.” AC went with the color of Rob’s shirt.

“Okay, so we have to keep naming green things, until we can’t think of any, and then we come up with another color. Like a driving game. We could just sing ‘One Hundred Bottles of Beer,’ but this involves more thinking.”

“You l-l-like to th-think?”