Chapter 22
THANKSGIVING ARRIVED, AND they were at the airport shortly before the Lanes’ plane landed. Tom waited at the security checkpoint for their guests and led them to the arrivals area, having called Noah to come pick them up. As Noah pointed the Jaguar down I-95 toward town, Tom said, “Are you guys by any chance hungry?”
“Are you kidding?” William said. “We had a huge family gathering, and I, for one, ate enough for two.”
“Ditto,” Henry said.
“Okay, then,” Tom said, “we’ll have a quiet evening at home.”
Which was precisely what they did, and by nine thirty the next morning, he and Noah were conducting their guests on a brief tour of the music department at UNF. The department was housed in a facility that had been built just a few years earlier.
As they walked through the conc
