A surprise was waiting for Pyran and Tristram as they stepped onto the street outside of Fred’s house.
Ivan was leaning casually on the bull-bar of his dark green four-wheel drive, his arms relaxed and by his side. He was speaking casually with Regina, who sat on the hood.
“Hey, Mr. MacAllister! Regina! What are you doing here?” Pyran exclaimed affably.
“Howdy, boys.” Ivan beamed. “Need a lift?”
“No thanks.” Tristram answered automatically.
“Relax, Tristram, your parents told me where you were, and they are happy for me to pick you up.” Ivan rejoined. “In fact, I’m having tea out at your place tonight. I am bringing a dessert as a sort of peace offering.”
“What?” Tristram exclaimed.
WhatIvan sighed. “Your parents are great people, Tristram. We once had a pretty good friendship. Hope
