Nick is getting on the bus home the same time I am. We sit next to each other and talk about the NL East.
I notice that his car isn’t in the parking lot.
“My son has the car today. He needed it for school,” he says. I offer Nick a ride home.
He lives about three blocks from my parents’ house. I drop him off.
“Would you like to come in and meet my wife and maybe have a drink?”
I tell him that I have to get home.