Chapter 17
Peter and Uncle Charlie were going over his list back inside the house, but their conversation came to a halt as we walked in. Peter tried to cover the paper, so I couldn’t read what was on it, but he wasn’t fast enough. There was a significant list on both sides of the paper.
“You Casanova, you!” Flicking his earlobe as I had when we were kids, I sat down next to him and pulled the pad of paper away from him.
There were two columns facing me, one with the heading ‘Dated’ and the other ‘Friends’. I was pleased to note the column for dating wasn’t overwhelming. It was a little disheartening to find my name at the top of the list for friends. I sighed and consoled myself with the fact that “MAC” was in caps and it appeared to have been re-written many times, the heavy thickness
