Sully and I swapped a few texts in the next few days. With my family commitments, it was going to be easier to meet Saturday evening than Friday. By the time six o’clock on Saturday evening rolled around I was very much in need of a drink and some socializing with someone who wasn’t family.
I walked into the hotel bar and scanned the area. Sully lifted a hand. He was sitting at a table over by the wall. As I crossed the room, he stood up.
“Good to see you.” He shook my hand and squeezed my shoulder with his opposite hand. “You look a little frazzled.”
“Family. I love them, but they make me crazy. And funerals…not my favorite set of circumstances.”
We sat down. A waiter came by and I ordered an Irish coffee. Sully had a beer in front of him.
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