Chapter 3
Richie gaped at Craig. And when Ben’s arm pulled firmly at him, he sank back down into his seat.
Craig sighed, and pulled up a chair on Richie’s other side. “Okay, so we should have said. It was all my idea, my plan, and I’ll apologise up front, before you start with that disappointed, disapproving look you’ve got down so well. We didn’t think the restaurant was going to be ready for tonight, you see, but we didn’t think you’d listen to us.”
“Not ready,” Richie muttered. The words sounded alien to his ears, a little like Craig’s half-intelligible yelling from the kitchen. “Not opening night.”
“I changed the date on the posters,” Craig said. “Called the press and publications, too, and postponed the advertising.”
“And I reprinted the promotional invitations.” Ben sighed. Rich
