Chapter 11The usual place was called Nick’s Café and was just on the edge of Chinatown. Ben was already seated and stirring cream in his coffee when Don arrived. He lifted his face and smiled, motioning for him to sit in the seat across the table from him.
“So, Ben, are you still preaching love thy neighbor and the meek shall inherit the earth or whatever?” Don asked with a mocking laugh as he sat down and reached for a menu.
“I won’t stop until I knock sense into people, because they all seem to have heads like yours, Don Gibbs.” Ben laughed. Don shrugged and rolled his eyes. They ordered, and after the waitress left, they were quiet for a second. Don spoke first.
“Well, Ben, you managed to get me out of bed early to come here.”
“I asked you here because I wanted to talk to you,” Ben
