Chapter 54: The Day After
Chapter 52
Charlie, Alan, and I were sitting around the dining table, each of us poking at small, elegant boxes of fancy food from a new restaurant we had decided to try
"This is really good!" Charlie said, his voice slightly more alive than earlier. "Check this out."
He used a pair of wooden chopsticks to lift a bite-sized piece of what looked like seared tuna drizzled in some fancy glaze.
I leaned over and took it off the chopsticks.
"Wow, that's good," I said, surprised. "I'm ordering that next time."
I took another bite, leaned back, and sighed contentedly. "I love to be rich."
Alan gave Charlie a look and said, "You might not want to share your chopsticks with him. I think he's come down with something."
I looked weirdly at Dad. "Dad, I went to the ophthalmologist..."
"No, I think you have a little flu," Alan said.
I shrugged. "If you say so."
Charlie completely ignored the conversation and chimed in, "Before I forget, you got plans for tomorrow night?"
