WeddingChapter 6
“Where’s your keys, George?” asked Frank conversationally. The last guests had just left, and it was just the four of them still at the country club. “In my pocket,” replied the father of the groom, confused by the question. “You sure? Let me see them.” George shrugged and reached into his pocket, pulling them out and jingling them in Dave’s face. “You’re right,” remarked Frank, reaching out and snagging them. He thrust them into his pocket. “You won’t be needing them tonight.” “What?”...