“I can do that. Should I make an appointment with Dia? Or just turn up?” Tommy asks.
“Best to tell her you’ll be coming back. She gets touchy if I do things too casually.” Mike rolls his eyes.
Tommy smiles. “I know her son Jimmy, so I know her pretty well. I can imagine she might give you hell for not being organized.”
Mike nods. “I’ve met Jimmy a few times. He’s a good kid.”
“He’s my age. We’re not kids.” Tommy snorts.
“Compared to me, you are.” Mike shrugs.
“How old are you? If you don’t mind me asking?” Tommy asks.
Mike sighs. “I’m forty-six.”
“That’s not old. Sixty is old. Seventy is old. Being in your forties is the new thirty,” Tommy says firmly.
“I’m literally old enough to be your father,” Mike points out, feeling highly depressed about that little fact.
“Is that your sub
