Chapter 45
“Here we are,” I said, as I pulled into the only available parking spot on the street in front of the restaurant, after waiting a minute or two for its occupant to back out of it.
“You’re right, it doesn’t look like much from the outside.”
“Actually, it doesn’t look like much on the inside, either, but the food is an entirely different story.”
The first faces I saw when we entered the little restaurant were familiar ones—George, Mike, and their adopted son Robbie. Mike was facing the door and immediately waved us over.
“Hello, Q,” Mike said, “why don’t you join us?”
“Certainly. George, Mike, and, of course, Robbie, this is my friend Nate.”
Hands were shaken, we sat down, and I said, “Did you guys just get here?”
“Two minutes ago,” George said. “We haven’t seen you around for a while—where have you been hiding?”
“All over Florida,” I said, and I gave them a brief account of my travels.