Chapter 75
“No rush, buddy. I’m experimenting with the formula for a new drink.”
“Recipe!” Tim corrected with a laugh. “Tom used to teach chemistry at Pulaski and Jasper College here in Savannah.”
We called goodbye to his friends and continued out to where the Dodge was parked at the curb.
“Bye, Tim. Bye, Cris. Thank you both again.” I got in beside Wills, waved a last time, and then looked ahead as he put the car in drive.
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We didn’t sing “Ninety-Nine Bottle of Beer on the Wall,” but we did play a grownup version of “I packed my bag to go to Grandma’s,” including lube, sex toys, and various articles of clothing. The man had a phenomenal memory, and recited back everything in perfect order.
“…a pair of silver mesh briefs, and…” He took his eyes off the road for a second to smile at me before adding, “…a wedding ring.”
I sighed happily. “Well, you win. After that, there’s nothing else I’d want to bring.” But there was something I needed to know. “Wills…”