Wayne was a retired history professor, he had taught at Columbia for many years. My dad, Hal, was a huge history buff, so they had that to talk about as well. When they stepped back inside, he tousled Janine’s hair then patted her on the head and quoted Dracula, “Listen to them, children of the night, what music they make.”
She looked at me, a little jarred to have my dad playing the game with her instead of me, but her look turned to one of admiration and she turned back to my dad and said, “I’m really, really glad you’re here Mr. O’Leary.”
Somewhere during lunch I realized the drug had worn off. I fought the desire to call Corey myself and ask him to bring more, reminding myself I was “trying to be good.” The early afternoon passed languidly, it was a beautiful late September, and I lo
