Once I had a beer in hand, I asked Case how he’d met Ray.
“Through a mutual friend.”
That made me laugh.
“Why are you laughing?” Case asked.
“I can’t see you and Ray having any mutual friends.”
“We have a lot of mutual friends,” he said with a smile. Case told me he was a Realtor and that he was friends with many local contractors like Ray. Ray had worked on some of the houses Case’s real estate company represented. I tried to imagine Case, dressed in a suit after showing some young couple their dream home, hooking up with Ray, who’d certainly be covered in dust and grime after a day spent installing drywall. The whole thing just didn’t make sense.
Even though I was dying to ask Case what he saw in my uncle, I kept that question to myself for the time being, mainly because I was afra
