Chapter 18

Marty obviously read Trey’s emotions, because when Trey sat, he copied his brother, sitting on the arm of the chair. “Mom hates when we do this,” he whispered.

“I do not,” Norrie protested. “Okay, usually I do, but today is special so I’ll overlook it.”

“Marty hasn’t told us much about you, so far,” Rich said to Trey. “Other than that you own a costume company, and the two of you met at the bar where he works.”

“I do, and we did,” Trey replied. He managed a smile. “We became friends because, well…”

“Like I told him,” Marty put in, “it was nice to have someone sane to talk to. God only knows they’re few and far between at work.”

“He keeps telling us that,” Rich said with a laugh. “But so far he hasn’t quit.”

Marty shrugged. “I like the job, and the regulars, mostly.”

“Especially Trey?” Bill asked with a knowing grin.

“Definitely him, and it’s easier, now that he knows everythingabout me.”