I waited almost a week before finally calling Clay. I was hoping I’d get his voice mail so I could just leave a message, but he picked up.
Instead of just saying “hello” like a normal person, he answered the phone with a more personal greeting. “I’m glad you called, Patrick.”
Of course he knew it was me. Caller ID had pretty much killed the anonymity of phone calls. “I got your invitation.”
“And?”
“And…Eric and I will be at the wedding.”
“Great. I’m happy to hear that. Thank you.”
I hesitated before speaking again. “I’ve done a lot of thinking about being your best man.”
He laughed a little. “I’m sure you have. So what did you decide?”
“I’ll do it,” I said quickly before I gave myself the chance to change my mind.
“Really?” He seemed surprised. Clearly he’d been expecting me to tu
