Chapter 8
Wedding Day
Pad woke up. He heard traffic below in the apartment complex then couldn’t go back to sleep.
Fucking nerves!
Pad Looked at his alarm clock and saw it was five-thirty. The clock also displayed the day and he couldn’t believe it!
Pinch me.
The day had arrived. July seven. He moved to the edge of the bed so as not to wake RJ, who snored lightly on his side of the king. He tiptoed to the kitchen and turned on the coffee pot. He did a visual inspection of the living room.
RJ’s check-in luggage. Pad’s check-in luggage. Pad’s carry-on. RJ’s carry-on. They were all there. He packed last night after rehearsal and made sure he had enough underwear and swimwear.
RJ’s only hint where they were going: light summer clothes, flip-flops and sandals, and a reminder to pack sun
