Chapter 3
Somewhere on I-95
CHRIS HAD REALLY enjoyed the two weeks he’d spent with Mickey and had been a bit reluctant to leave when the time came.
“We’ll get together again soon,” Mickey said.
“Yeah, I’ll come up here or you’ll come to Florida, or—”
“Or what?”
“Maybe we could meet somewhere in between.”
“Where in between?”
“Geez, I don’t know, Mick… maybe in the mountains of North Carolina. Someplace like that.”
“Sounds good. I’ll hold you to it.”
They were standing in the foyer of Mickey’s condo, so they were able to share a good-bye kiss without unduly upsetting the neighbors. Chris finally broke off the kiss.
“As much as I’m enjoying this, it’s time for Mabel and me to hit the road.”
“Yeah. Have a safe trip—call me when you get there.”
Chris had purchased a cell phone duri
