Definitely not witty. Not even a distant cousin of witty. Devin shook his head. "Not in a few weeks. I used to have a client in Manhasset, but she stopped calling. I think she finally met someone and started dating him. The only other occasion I have is to see family, and I'm not much of a family guy." "They know what you do for a living?" He nodded and raised his eyebrows. "Oh yeah." "And they disapprove," I said more as a statement than a question. "Yeah." The server returned with our drinks and he practically gulped half of his upon his answer. Touchy subject, I'd gathered. "Tell me about your family, and growing up on the Island. Did you like it? You came back, obviously, so you must have." I sipped my ginger ale and coughed once. "Yeah, I liked it, I guess. I didn't have anything else to compare it to until I left. I've always loved being near the ocean--not on it, mind you, but near it. On it makes me a little seasick." "What about in it?" "Depends on how strong the undertow is.
