Chapter 5
AT THE RESTAURANT, Zeke led me out onto the deck, where we were greeted by his friends.
“Hi, Zeke,” someone said. “Fancy meeting you here. Where’s Zeb?”
“He’s pulling a double shift right now, George. Hey, Mike. George, Mike, this is my friend Josh. Josh, meet George and Mike.”
We went through the ritual of greeting, and then Zeke steered me to a seat. “Grilled chicken sandwich and Sprite, right?” he said.
“Please.”
The voice I identified as George said, “So, how long have you known our Zeke?”
“My friend Norm and I met the twins on the beach yesterday morning,” I said, “and they wound up taking us home, or, rather, to their buddies’ place.”
“Good,” Mike said, “I love success stories.”
“You must be something special, Josh,” George said. “We’ve known the twins for a few ye
