Chapter 33
Jacksonville, FL
Tuesday evening
IT WAS ALMOST eight when they arrived back in Jacksonville, and when they drove under I-295 on Normandy Boulevard at the outskirts of the city, Quentin said, “It’s getting late. Does anyone want to stop at a restaurant before we go to the house?”
“That’s a good idea,” Mr. Wilson said. “Let’s have a nice dinner before we retire for the evening.”
“I agree,” his wife said.
“I know just the place,” Quentin said. “And since I’m driving, I’ll take us there now.”
A short time later, Quentin got lucky, and pulled into a parking spot in front of Biscottis.
“I think you’ll like this restaurant, Grandma,” Nate said. “When we’re in the mood for something special, we eat here.”
“I’m not in the mood for something special,” she said, “I just want to ea
