“Riley Richmond
sings f’r his ice cream,” Riley said gently, the American-accented burr of
amusement always in his voice. The others laughed: Bryan slapped Riley on the
shoulder.
Beside them,
Eddy broke in. “I’d like to start the event late afternoon, too, so we could
have a family element to it for the first couple of hours. There’s a school
choir nearby that wants a venue, and apparently Stan does a mean clown act, so
I’ll be negotiating with him to contribute.”
“He’d love to!”
came David’s voice from outside the shop, behind a heaped pile of broken chair
legs and table tops. It was followed by a thud, a yelp, and then laughter from
both him and Stan. Patrick guessed that was their form of negotiation.
“And one of Nuri’s
thousands of cousins has a magic act he’ll do for us,” Eddy continued. His
Turkish boyfriend’s family was legendary for both its size and boisterous
chaos. “Then in the evening, their restaurant can provide buffet food, and I’m