Chapter 9

Shutting off the car, he got out and casually strolled up the block. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Trey walking toward him from the other direction.

“Looks like we might have a bit of a wait after all,” Marty said when they met by the door to the restaurant.

“Then we should be glad it’s not snowing…yet,” Trey responded, glancing up at the cloud-filled sky.

“It can wait until next winter as far as I’m concerned.”

Trey grinned. “Not your favorite season, I suspect.”

“I feel about it the way you do about Christmas. Maybe we should put our heads together and find someplace that doesn’t have either one.”

“Sounds good to me,” Trey replied as he opened the door so they could go inside.

Marty gave his name to the hostess, who said it could be at least half an hour until they were seated. “Everyone seems to be celebrating the holiday early,” she explained with a rueful smile.

“Do we want to wait, or try somewhere else?” Marty asked Trey.