Neal did show up at Galen’s at noon. He wasn’t terribly surprised to find that the apartment building was newer and fairly upscale. He called to let Galen know he was there, and five minutes later his friend appeared, wearing a winter jacket as befit the very cold weather. “Should I follow you?” Neal asked.
“Why waste gas. I’ll drive. You can pull around back and use one of the Visitor spots.”
Neal took his suggestion and then got into Galen’s minivan, and soon they were close to the heart of the city. Galen parked by the restaurant, which, they discovered, was busy. “Probably because it’s lunch hour,” Neal pointed out when Galen said it was fairly quiet the last time he’d been there.
The wait wasn’t too bad, and the food made it worth it in Neal’s opinion.
“Now, we go shopping,” Galen
