Chapter 61

“Only kind I have,” Mickey said.

Half an hour later, they were showered, dressed, and back in the car.

“Chicken sandwich or meatball sub?” Mickey said.

“Now that we’re not wearing our biking outfits, it’s a bit too chilly to sit outside at The Loop, and sitting inside takes all the fun out of it.”

“Pizza Italian, here we come.”

As they headed down Riverside Avenue toward Five Points, they passed the Cummer Gallery.

“I’ve heard great things about that museum,” Chris said. “Why haven’t we checked it out?”

“I have no idea. Want to go there after lunch?”

“Sure.”

The restaurant was crowded, but they were able to get a booth. “I think I’m going to have an antipasto instead of a meatball sub,” Chris said. “Some of our friends rave about the blue cheese dressing here.”

“Go right ahead. I’m still in the mood for a sub.”

When Chris saw the size of his antipasto, he said, “I’m going to need help with this.”

“Tell you what. Let’s split both entrées.”