Chapter 51

“What place on Bull Street?”

“We went there last year. I’m pretty sure you…dated…the waiter.”

“You mean I fucked him. You’ll have to do better than that, buddy. I’ve…dated…a lot of waiters. Not to mention soldiers, sailors, Marines. Construction workers.”

Jack felt his mouth drop open. Tom had never been so open about his activities before. “Uh…”

Tom raised an eyebrow.

He shut his mouth, but then found himself saying, “Tell me you’ve had an Indian chief and a cowboy, too, and I’ll think you’ve been screwing the Village People.”

Tom started laughing. Jack was pleased. He had a feeling it was the first time his friend had laughed since his grandpa had passed on.

“On second thought, maybe we ought to go somewhere else. Now that I think of it, I’m pretty sure the Pub doesn’t serve food. How does Loueller’s grab you?”

“Works for me.”

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The dinner rush hadn’t started yet, so they had no trouble finding a table.