“Thank goodness,” Ellis said as he joined Martin at the ticket office.
“Afraid I’d stand you up?” Martin asked, frowning.
“No. I was afraid you’d be dressed to the nines.”
“Me?” Martin laughed. “I own one suit and I don’t think I’ve worn it since I went to a friend’s wedding six months ago.”
“That’s one more than I own. I’ve got dress slacks and a couple of good shirts for emergencies. I did consider wearing them but it’s too warm.”
Martin grinned. “To wear all of them?”
“Funny.”
“I have my moments.” Martin looked at Ellis’s wrist. “You’re not wearing the bandage.”
“I’ve graduated to a splint, but I didn’t think it went well with my sartorial splendor,” Ellis replied lightly.
“You’re sure you’re all right without it?”
“Yes, I’m fine, but thanks for worrying.”
“I just wanted to b
