CHAPTER 32Friday arrived faster than Riley had anticipated. Riley had tried to call Griffin before he left to come out to the lake but only got the answering machine at his house. He had been in such a rush to repair things with Maggie that he hadn’t thought to ask Griffin for his cell phone number. He and Maggie were at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and reading sections of the newspaper. Maggie had chosen the sports section and Riley had the classifieds. He would occasionally glance at her and see that she was biting her nails. He knew exactly what had her on edge, which presented him with a moral dilemma.
On one hand, if he gave in and allowed her to self-indulge in the nonsense written in the business section, she would be pissed off for the rest of the morning. On the other hand,
