Chapter 21
“I might look like a dumb nigger who don’t know nothing about fine wines, but I’m perfectly capable of picking something out that will go with what Corey’s cooking.”
David paled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it sound as though you didn’t have any social skills or—”
“No, Dave, it’s me who’s sorry. I think I’m still on edge over meeting your friend.”
“We can turn back, Corey would understand, and—”
“David, look at me.”
Turning, David gazed lovingly at Bud.
“It’s all cool, honestly. I’m just gonna go into the store, pick something out that’ll go with the pork medallions Corey said he was gonna grill, then we’re going to drive over to his place and have a great afternoon. Okay?”
David nodded. “Sorry.”
Bud shook his head before getting out of the Jeep.