Chapter 42
“God,” I said, “this is way beyond smooth.” I felt the fiery liquid all the way down, and it was a wonderful feeling.
“What do you guys think, Steve?” Philip said.
“Not bad,” Steve said.
“Ditto,” Roger said.
“Not bad,” Charles said. “As someone once famously said, you’re damning it with faint praise.”
“Try rating it on a ten-point scale,” Philip said.
“Okay,” Steve said, “I’ll give it at least an eight and a half.”
“Ditto,” Roger said.
Charles chuckled and said, “I’ll accept an eight and a half.” He refilled our glasses.
“What’s the plan for tomorrow morning?” I said.
“The race ends in Piedmont Park,” Charles said. “Early tomorrow morning I’m going to drive my car to Lenox Square and park it, and Philip will follow me in his car and bring me back to the house. Steve can drive us over to Phipps Plaza around seven fifteen in Philip’s car and drop us off. That’s only a block from where the race begins, and we can take MARTA back there from near Piedmont Park.”