Chapitre 6: Chapter 6

Tom worried his lower lip. “Would Monday work?”

“Sure thing. Where and when?” he asked again.

“How about Loueller’s at twelve forty-five?”

“Sounds good to me. She has the best chicken fried steak in Savannah. And those key lime cookies of hers? Mmm mmm mmm.”

“You’re such a good ol’ boy, Jack, you know that?”

“Yeah. But I’m still your best bud, Tommy. Just don’t go calling me Luke Duke.” There was a smile in Jack’s voice.

“That you are, Jack.” Tom found himself smiling in return.

“Okay, I’ve got to head on out. I’ve been asked to give an estimate on a little strip mall.” He sounded proud, which made sense. This was a larger project than he usually worked on.

“I’ll see you Monday.”

“You’ve got it.”

Tom hung up, his smile fading. In spite of himself, he found himself mulling over what he intended to ask Jack.