Chapter 13
“Thanks.”
“I wish I’d known Alistair,” Brian said wistfully.
“You’d have liked him. He was good people.”
So are you, I think, despite my original assessment. Brian didn’t say that aloud, instead asking, since they’d finished dinner, if Conley would like dessert. “There’s ice cream and pie.”
“Apple pie?” Conley asked hopefully.
“Yep.”
“Then pie with ice cream on top.”
“You got it.”
Conley volunteered to clean-up while Brian fixed dessert, and then they took it into the living room to eat when Brian suggested they watch one of the movies Alistair had owned.
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Conley had felt guilty when he’d lied to Brian about how he’d met Alistair. Not that he’d had much choice. It was much too soon to tell him the true story. Now, he covertly watched Brian, certain he was too engrossed in the movie to be aware of what he was doing.