Chapter 56
Mrs. Wilson opened the door and said, “Nate, honey, it’s been too long. Come on in.” Once we were inside, she hugged him and led us to the living room, where her husband was sitting beside a plate-glass window with a spectacular view of the Tennessee River. Introductions were made, and we all settled down to chat.
Robert and Nancy Wilson were in their early seventies, white-haired and rail-thin. They apologized that their two-bedroom unit had so little room for overnight guests, given that the smaller of the two bedrooms was equipped as a den rather than a bedroom.
“Don’t worry about it, Grandma,” Nate said. “We’ve got a nice hotel room down on the interstate.”
“And this is the man who saved you from the kidnappers?” she said.
“Yes, Ma’am. I don’t know what bad things would have happened to me if Quentin hadn’t come along when he did.”
“Quasar is a very unusual name,” Mr. Wilson said. “Is it real?”