“Is there anything you want to tell me about Cranmer?” I asked.
“I’ll tell you all about that sorry mess, but this isn’t the place, Okay?”
“Sure, babe.”
“Now, Stanley, we can either sit here and get drunk on Frank’s beer, have one of his greasy hamburgers, or go get something decent to eat.”
“I vote for decent. Any ideas?”
“How does fish or seafood sound?”
“If it’s well prepared, wonderful!”
“Since it’s your gas we’re wasting, let’s go to Cypress Haven to Dockside. It’s a very casual place. We can go as we are, even on a Saturday evening.”
“I’m for that. Let’s go!”
When we got to the car, I put the top down and took off my shirt. No harm in catching a few late-afternoon rays. Doug pulled off his T-shirt as well, and we headed up the highway.
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