They’d just emerged from the subway—Barry had promised his men lunch at his favorite bagel place near the Dakota Building, followed by a carriage ride in Central Park—when his cell rang.
“Seeing as how you’re only here tonight,” Andrew began with no preamble, “I did a bit of rearranging. If you don’t mind sharing with another threesome we can accommodate you at seven tonight.”
“Excellent! Thank you,” Barry said, to the confusion of his men. “Hang on a sec.” He pulled the phone away from his ear and told Jimmy and Jake about their dinner arrangements.
Jimmy and Jake nodded their agreement and Barry conveyed this to Andrew. “What’re we gonna have?” Barry asked.
“Chicken fried steak I think.”
“Yum.” Barry rubbed his stomach. “Thank you again for fitting us in.”
“Pleasure.”
They hung up
