Eating his lunch, Daniel watched Clark’s ramrod-straight figure march away. The tension in Clark’s body told Daniel that Clark was hiding something behind the all-business attitude. Thoughtfully, Daniel chewed the last of his pizza, tossed his dishes and the half-eaten piece Clark had left, and went to the front counter with the untouched slices.
“Want a box for that, Prof?” Andrew asked, leaning against the counter.
Looking up at the menu board, Daniel said, “Yes, please, but I might as well have the box include a pizza as well. How about a large Kitchen Sink?”
“Meeting?” Andrew laughed.
“You know my kids far too well,” Daniel said, with a wry grin.
“Sure thing, Prof. Hand over those slices. I’ll heat ‘em up for you. Did the gray-haired guy not like his food?” Andrew asked when Danie
