What he wasn’t sure he liked was thinking of how quiet it was going to be again when Zach left.
“Not that there’s anything wrong with that,” Ted was saying. “If a man wants to keep his own company, then who am I to say he can’t? Especially when he’s seen what you must’ve. But I know your parents would be glad to see you smiling again. They only wanted the best for you.”
“I know.”
The front door opened again, this time without Zach. Myrtle waved them in, a broad smile on her face. “You two get in here. Everyone’s staying for supper. And shame on you, Harvey Kramer. You didn’t tell me Mr. Jones knew all those actors out in Hollywood.”
With his own grin firmly in place, Harvey shook his head as he followed Ted to the house. “Just remember he’s a California man, Myrtle. Actors aren’t the only ones good at storytelling.”