Chapter 20LABOR DAY PASSED quietly, until Ashley stopped in.
“Fritz, why don't we play golf tomorrow. Last chance.”
“No. I want one day to finish getting ready.”
“You've been ready for two weeks,” Emily said. “After ten years, how hard can it be? Come for breakfast at seven, Ashley. He'll be ready.”
After another bad night, they played on an almost empty course, without their usual banter. After nine holes, still too early for lunch, Fritz said, “I'm done. I can't keep my mind on golf.”
“Let's go to school.” Ashley twirled his moustache. “We could switch desks, and see if the portal works. Let's call Tony.”
“Fine with me. If you keep twiddling your mustache like that, you'll be ready for your silent film debut. Silent, of course, being the operative word.”
When they arrived, Tony wa
