“Right…” Mr. Longhorn was deep in thought and no longer paying attention to his mother.
But then she said the very words that had captured his attention.
“Funny it is, who we run into.” She turned and went to the doorway of the dining room. “Makes me wonder how the investors would feel about the rightful owner of the company not participating in any of the proceedings?” Then she turned to look over her shoulder at her son. “Three thirty you said?”
Mr. Longhorn was stunned realizing that he had just been thoroughly played by his mother. “Right.” He managed. “Three thirty.”
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“Where did those kabobs come from?” Mrs. Peabody had been moving a mile a minute, but stopped perplexed upon seeing the tray of food that Neville was about to carry out back.
“How should I know? I just do what
