“Look, I know you’ll figure it out. You can do this. According to your mom, you can pull off just about anything. So good luck—and remember—I never called.”
“You never called. Got it. North side, you say?” The phone went dead. Nick looked at the phone, then put the receiver back on the cradle. “What the hell just happened?”
“Food tonight?” Jerry said as he popped his head into the office.
“It’s closing time.”
“You mean Dad’s food?” “Yeah, Dad’s food. Tonight?”
“Sure, come on over. We’re eating at seven.” “I’m there.”
Nick leaned back in his chair and looked up at the picture of his mom he proudly displayed on his desk. “Do you ever stop?” he asked her framed face.