He grinned. “That there are, Jack. That there are.”
***
Three Shriners arrived. The one I’d thought I’d recognized, Charles, wasn’t with them. After a brief hello, I was relegated to my room. I saw Dave pull up. I waved to him from my bedroom window, very Rapunzel-like. I called Monroe.
“What’s going on in your world?” I asked.
“Just back from the aquarium, then off to dinner,” he replied. “You?”
I smirked. “We’re liquoring up some old men.”
He chuckled. “That what they do for fun in the sticks? Do you tip them like cows when you’re through?”
I told him our plans. I told him about Dave, everything. I had to tell someone. Monroe was someone. Maybe not the best someone, but still.
I could sense he was shaking his head as I regaled him with my exploits. “So you’re looking for one man,
