Chapter 3
Scotty walked toward the restaurant, Preston by his side, but with about several feet separating them. The chasm was so wide three or four people could have fit between them.
He hadn’t expected they’d hold hands or anything, but did Preston have to act like he had cooties? He hated this. Pretending to be something he wasn’t. Now he would have to sit across from Preston’s parents and act like their son wasn’t the most important person in his life.
Marilyn had chosen a steak place for her rehearsal dinner or her before-her-wedding dinner, whatever she wanted to call it. The outside of the building had different shapes of inlaid rock and two big wooden doors. Preston’s ex-wife waited outside the doors, her arm around her fiancé, Oscar. Scotty remembered the tall, bearded man from
