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“Yeah, right.” I muttered.
“It’s about time you got here,” he said as he stood back to let me in.
“I was enjoying the ride,” I said.
“I thought that old Porsche of yours liked speed,” he said as he led the way to the kitchen.
“Yeah, but I decided to take the long way. Sure is beautiful out here.”
“You can say that again.”
“And don’t worry about old Porsche. She got what she wanted... speed in all the right spots.”
“You certainly have a way with your cars.”
I was surprised to see the good mood he was in. He was jovial, welcoming and pleasant. Clearly his expulsion wasn’t having such a bad effect on him.
“So, why’d you drag me out here?” I said as we entered the kitchen.
Before he could answer, I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw Bishop standing behind the counter chomping on a thick sandwich.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I said.
“And it’s nice to see you, too, Deacon.” He held up his sandwich. “If you must know, I came over to pay Rector here a visit and enjoy this most delectable roast beef on kaiser sandwich.”
I grunted and pulled up a stool facing him. “No offense. I’m just surprised to see you here.”
Rector came up behind me and put a friendly hand on my shoulder. “Look at us,” he said with a grin. “Just like old times.”
I nodded vaguely, not sure what to make of our reunion. “Only things aren’t like old times. I’m sad to say that we’ve veered way off from how we were as kids.”
Rector snorted and Bishop chuckled.
“Admit it,” Bishop said. “This... being here... the three of us... sure brings back a lot of good memories.”
“Like the time we tied a rope to a branch of that old willow tree,” Rector said.
“And we’d swing out over the water and drop in like a bomb,” Bishop added.
I had to laugh despite myself. “And your cousin from... where? Ohio? What was his name... Ralph or Ronny or...”
“Raymond,” Rector said, laughing as he, too, remembered that day.
“He refused to let go of the damned rope,” Bishop said, almost choking on his sandwich from laughing so hard.
“And ended up smashing into the tree trunk.”
We all laughed at the childhood memory.
“And that time we each caught a fish and brought them back here,” Bishop said.
“And put them all in the bathtub,” I added with a snort.
“Yeah,” Rector said. “That was the last time we saw that young maid here. She never recovered from seeing those things in the tub.”
We all smiled and nodded at the memory.
I looked around the large, airy kitchen. The high ceilings, the blond wood and the stone floors. While it was clear that the kitchen was modern and high tech, it still managed to be warm and welcoming with that rustic charm.
