Same Time Next Week
Though Beau and I were busy with work and family, we made a point to get together for pizza and beer every Thursday evening. Our wives found the ritual endearing, so they tolerated it without complaint. Now that it was October, night descended far more quickly, and it was already dark when I entered the restaurant. “Sorry I’m late,” I told my friend. “Shit got crazy just before I left work. You know how it is.” “I sure do. And it’s no problem, Dennis. I ordered our usual.” Beau wore a t-shirt and jeans, while I was still in business casual. I poured myself a glass of beer from the pitcher on the table, then took several big swallows. I noticed Beau regarding me with a raised eyebrow. Though he and I were the same …