“No. You guys lead, and we’ll follow wherever you take us.”
They led us down Brimmer to Beacon Street, where we turned right and ran a block or so to a side street. Turning right again soon led us to a pedestrian bridge over an expressway. Coming down off the bridge, we ran through a park that paralleled the Charles River. We continued through the park until the Lanes determined that we’d gone far enough, at which point they made a U-turn, and we retraced our steps back to Brimmer Street and their house.
Upstairs in the shower, Charles said, “Those guys set a fast pace, considering that their legs are shorter than ours.”
“They’re also three or four years younger than we are.”
“There is that.”
Groomed and dressed for the closing, we met our hosts downstairs for a light breakfast and by
