Chapter 66
As was sometimes the case, nobody seemed interested in going to dinner en masse, so we took Robbie to the Pizza Italian for lasagna, which he loved. The minute we walked through the door of the restaurant, Robbie spotted two familiar faces. “Carl and Jim are here,” he said. “Can we sit with them?”
“They’re in a booth,” I said. “It only holds four.”
“Sometimes they put a chair at the end of the booth,” he said.
“Sometimes you’re just too smart, big guy,” Mike said.
We pulled a chair away from a vacant table and settled in the booth with Robbie occupying the chair.
“I guess tax season is over,” I said as we settled in the booth.
“You bet it is,” Carl said, “and I’ve had him all to myself for the past three weeks. It’s been wonderful.”
“And exhausting,” Jim said.
“Was your second tax season as a sole practitioner significantly better than the first?” Mike said.