Chapter Nine
Actually, I did have a plan. Although it was great to live in a small town where your family is sort of a fixture and a lot of the locals know you, it can be a real pain if you ever want to do anything on the down-low. So I decided it would be best to eat in Uptown Sedona, mostly because it was the really touristy part of town and there was always a good deal of “churn” in the wait staff at the various eating establishments. My chances of being recognized were a lot lower there. And while I wasn’t embarrassed to be seen with Martin per se, I knew people would start chattering if they saw me having lunch with an older man…especially one who looked like a younger, handsomer Blues Brother. Minus the hat, that is.
I explained as much of this as I felt comfortable with to Martin,
