Chapter 27
Savannah, GA
David
KEVIN AND I STOPPED at a Wendy’s at one of the Savannah exits on I-95 for dinner, and while we munched our chicken Caesar salads, he started to make the calls.
“Before you call Charles,” I said, “why don’t you see if you can get Anthony on the phone?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Poor little guy—he’ll think we’ve deserted him.”
Kevin called George on his landline and brought him up to date on our adventures; then we both talked to Anthony for a bit. When Kevin closed his cell phone, he said, “So much for Anthony pining away.”
“Yeah,” I said, “he’s having so much fun with Robbie that he doesn’t have time to miss us.”
“Okay,” he said. “Let me see if I can get Charles on the phone now. He should be home, so I’ll try his cell phone.”
“Can I make a suggestion?”
“Nee
