The next Saturday night, I played another wedding gig where the color scheme was pink and yellow. It reminded me of sherbet ice cream. I had been asked to wear white, thankfully. The happy couple, Manfred and Amanda Petrovich, was currently doing the samba very badly, and they were having the time of their lives.
While I watched them dance, I thought about Joey and wondered if he was okay. When I’d gotten back home on Monday night, I texted Bruce that all was well and Joey would be back with them soon.
Tuesday, I’d visited Grady at his apartment, and his mom had answered the door. He was healing well, but still pretty sore. Grady didn’t like painkillers, so he only took them when he was desperate. When his mom left us alone in his room for a minute, he started with the questions.
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