Parker smiles as he opens the door and welcomes Chris inside the Mortimers’ four-bedroom Park Ave apartment. “Come in,” he says. “Everybody’s in the kitchen.”
“Nice place,” Chris says, handing Parker a bag. “Is this a rental?”
“Nope,” Parker replies. “We own it.”
“Ah, what are you going to do with it now that you have that big mansion in the suburbs. Sell it? Keep it?”
“Not sure yet, we might keep it. It’s an investment after all. It might not be wise to sell unless you really need to, don’t you think?”
“Agreed, it can’t hurt to have a property in Manhattan.”
Parker laughs. “Nope,” he says. “Can’t hurt at all. God, look at us. We’re really starting to sound like our parents, aren’t we?”
Chris laughs at him. “Full circle, my man,” he says, “full circle.”
Parker looks at the bag in h
