Chapter Thirteen
A week later, Lawton was back at his perch in the diner eating his morning omelet.
“How was the trip?” I asked.
“It went well,” he said. I poured him a cup of coffee and was about to move on. “Say, what’s this I hear about you and the bar exam?”
A funny tingle of guilt almost made me blush. “Oh, yes. It’s coming up soon… if I don’t chicken out.”
“You want to explain that?”
“Right. I guess you didn’t get the whole story,” I gulped.
“I don’t think I got any of that story.” He sounded miffed, so I gave him the explanation I’d been passing on to my Rio Marinas friends over the past several months.
“I studied law when I was in Florida.”
“I thought you dropped out of school.”
“I did that too. I didn’t tell anyone because, because, well, I’d pretty much given up on the
