I was sitting in the living room watching television when Jay and Brian returned. Their matching haircuts looked good and I kind of regretted not going with them to get my own hair trimmed.
“Look at the gift we got for Dylan,” Brian said, coming over to show me the remote controlled race car he and Jay and bought.
“That’s really nice,” I told him. “I’m sure Dylan will like it.”
After Jay sent Brian to his office to get tape so they could wrap Dylan’s gift, he told me he was going to walk him down to the party in about fifteen minutes and then we’d have an opportunity to talk once he got back.
“Fine,” I told him. “I’ll be here.”
Brian whined about having to change out of his tee shirt and shorts and into a pressed polo shirt and khakis for Dylan’s party, but he did it anyway and they l
