Gospel music played on the way home. We stopped at Wendy’s, grabbing us all something to eat. When we got home & up the stairs, I hadn’t forgotten that my question didn’t receive an answer.
“So who is telling what happened to Jim and Melissa at church?” I asked.
“Shush! Peace be still, you discipline,” Jack said as a joke.
“Now you know it’s disciple you meant to say.” I made a chuckle.
“Cuz, we will tell you as soon as we get out these clothes. Plus, we gotta give Big T the scoop too.”
“Ok.” So I go through my luggage, and I take my Aeropostale blue tee shirt and jeans to the bathroom. As I’m getting dressed, I hear that specific notification noise that I recognize all too well. I run back to get my phone. The message was from the mysterious guy.
Meet me at the lakefront at 10:30 to
