CHAPTER 21
Before he got out of his car, Ricky did one more Google search to make sure he remembered what color teal was, then he did another search for turtleneck sweaters just to be safe.
He stepped outside the car and glanced at the restaurant’s exterior, wondering if Olive Garden would be any good. His mother hated to eat anywhere besides the Main Street Hotel, where she knew the owners and was convinced they weren’t going to sneeze on her food or poison her drinks. He’d never been to Olive Garden before, but he’d seen commercials and had heard people raving about the breadsticks. His stomach rumbled, and he paused to wonder for just a moment if it would be ethical to wait until after their appetizers to tell Carly the full truth.
No, definitely not. Which was a pity since Ricky had
