“They did,” Carl replied. “Well, not quite so enthusiastically because we didn’t risk life and limb to catch her.”
“All I did…Oh, never mind. I’m not going to rehash it all. It’s over, so hopefully things will get back to normal.”
“They will,” Garry promised.
The waitress appeared to give Wylie and Carl menus. “Do you want another drink?” she asked.
“No!” Wylie replied emphatically. “Coffee, please.”
“Same here,” Carl said, and Garry told her coffee was fine with him, too.
By the time she returned with it, they’d decided what to order and told her.
When she left, Carl turned to Wylie, grinning. “I understand you’ve got a housemate.”
“I do. You’ll have to stop by to meet him. Oh, speaking of which, I need—”
“We’re not talking business tonight,” Carl admonished. “We’re relaxing, for the first time in it seems like forever.”
“No kidding,” Wylie agreed, although he and Garry had already relaxed on their walk that morning.