CHAPTER 43
"Right church, wrong pew, young fella," Teddy said, back to his old self.
"Pardon me?" Bob Beckman looked mighty confused.
"He's not Herb Lowenthal," I explained. "If you'll excuse us," I said to Teddy and Jess, "we have to go find Herb."
I turned to go, but Teddy tapped me on the arm. "I want to make this right," he said.
"We'll talk some more," I promised.
"Make what right?" I heard Jessie ask as I led Bob away.
"I'm not off to a great start, am I?" he said as we approached the reception area.
I glanced over at him, taking in his shoes buffed to a high sheen and his suit with its coordinating tie. He didn't have a hair out of place; I wished I could say the same.
"You forgot the basket of fruit and the basket of puppies," I said.
"Meaning?"
"You might've overdone it
