JeffI had just said goodbye to Harold when my business partner and friend, Paul Frye, called. Running my own company often meant working late nights and weekends, and since we were in the process of evaluating acquisition offers, it was possible that Paul had news.
“How was the party? I’m sorry I couldn’t bring the kids. Our weekends are crazy with basketball games and volleyball league.” Paul and his wife Vicky had four kids, including an eight-year-old daughter who sometimes played with Olivia.
“Not a problem. Most of the kids were a little younger. I don’t know that Isabelle would have had much fun. You did miss the excitement of a surprise guest.”
“Who?”
“Shannon.”
“Olivia’s mom Shannon?”
“Yep.”
“Shannon who got so blitzed at my wedding that she passed out in the corner of the h
