Adam had so much leftover soup that he took it into the crew working that Sunday. He didn’t normally go in on weekends, but he stayed and talked with some of the boys, as well as his Deputy Lieutenant—the man in charge when Adam was gone.
“So you’re good for this Friday, right?” he asked Milo.
“What’s this weekend?” He paused in shoveling his mouth full of more beef stew.
“I have to go help my brother plan his wedding, remember?” Around and around the Rubix cube went. A new one, one with only black and white squares that needed to be lined up and squared off. He wasn’t really trying to solve it at the moment, but his hands needed something to do, so the cube got twisted.
He supposed that was why he’d bought the black Harley Davidson from an older gentleman in Bell Hill and started tryi
