Chapter 21
RJ walked into their apartment, closed the door and wiped his feet. “Hey, why aren’t you ready? I honked downstairs. Didn’t you hear me?” He looked at Pad and the stack of newspapers near his feet. Wall Street Journal, USA Today, Orlando Sentinel. And the New York Times? Pad’s college catalog. He shook his head. He knew Pad wanted to get a memento when “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” officially ended.
But how many newspapers do you have to have for September 20? He just spent ten dollars on s**t!
Pad, clothed the waist down in a towel, his legs crossed on the sofa and ottoman, munched on some grapes and watched TV. “Are you kidding me? My aunt hasn’t confirmed if she left Tampa already. They’re never on time, and the restaurant is just a few minutes away. We could be waiting for a wh
