MickyWorking my way up the Tollway in rush hour traffic, I got antsier with every mile. Pete asked to meet me at a sports bar on the north side of town. He didn't say why, but I could guess.
He and his girlfriend were close to getting engaged. Clarissa had turned her brother into a romantic. I smiled. Strange that the men in the family seemed to embrace the romance in life so readily while the women alternated between practical and cynical. Pete would likely dream up something elaborate to pop the question. Whatever he needed from me, I was onboard.
Once I arrived, I walked in and immediately spotted my brother in a booth in the bar area. He smiled and waved, beckoning me over.
"Hey, little sis."
"Hey. What possible reason do you have for making me drive all the way out here to souther
