Chapter 67: The Truth
Barry checked his old sporty watch that broke away from the social attire he wore. He was just as uncomfortable in the high collar shirt and suit jacket as he was in the stuck-up restaurant on the penthouse of the fanciest hotel in town. If anything was to be said in favor of that place, the live smooth jazz made the atmosphere almost pleasant enough to cancel out everything else. If he had any say in it, Barry would be in the greasy dinner close to the stadium, stuffing himself with fries and ice cream with his friends. Instead, he sat alone at a table for two, bowels grumbling as he watched waiters pass by with bite-size portions of roasted duck and salmon. Anyhow, he had only himself to blame for the wait. As usual, he had arrived twenty minutes prior to the scheduled time, and just n
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