Chapter 8
After paying for our meal, Clyde stood and helped Mom out of her chair. I rose as well.
“Thanks for joining us for lunch, boys,” Clyde said. “I’m taking Beatrice to see the Blue Man Group this evening. You all have a good night.”
“You, too, sir,” I replied.
Tim quickly hugged his dad before both our parents left.
After resuming our seats, I found Tim watching me. “What now?” I asked.
His brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I still want to get to know you better, but you have to tell me how this goes. How do you want to do this, assuming you’re interested, too?”
“Oh.” He played with a fork while he gathered his thoughts. “I…first of all, let me apologize for being so…”
“It’s okay, I went too far, and—”
He cut me off. “Let me finish.”
“Go ahead.”