"Then take your wife and kids to dinner with it," I suggested. "I mean, I owe you a lot of dinners, right?"
He just laughed. "Not a chance. You're not getting out of all those quick feels for a lousy hundo. I wanna be wined and dined."
We laughed together, and he took off.
* * * * *
I quit writing at six and started getting ready for the party at Denny's house. Forty-five minutes later, dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved white shirt, cuffs rolled to mid-forearm, I pulled into Denny's driveway in a newer subdivision on the edge of Grant City. There were already ten or so cars parked in the driveway and along the curbs, and I could hear the laughing and talking from around back as I grabbed a case of Lite and a tray of hummus and pita chips from the back seat.
I was greeted with a chor
