Chapter 15
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Jacksonville, FL
MICKEY WALKED INTO the house that evening and did a double take once he’d reached the dining room.
“What’s going on?” he said.
“What’s going on is a celebration,” Chris said, as he emerged from the kitchen.
“A celebration of what?”
“Go change out of that suit into something more comfortable, and I’ll tell you.”
“Where’s Ted?”
“At Robbie’s.”
“For the night?”
“No, just for dinner. He has classes tomorrow. Now hurry up, dinner is almost ready.”
“You talked me into it.”
When Mickey again entered the dining room, he found his dinner on the table. Chris handed him a champagne flute and settled down in his chair.
“Have a seat, Mickey. Your food will get cold if you stand there too long.”
Mickey sat, took a sip of Champagne, and said, “Okay, what’s going on?”
“This.” Chris handed him an envelope.
“What’s this?”
“Geez, Mick, try opening it, and you’ll find out.”