Morgan asked as soon as I answered her call. It was less than an hour after I’d returned home from Brett’s, and I was just beginning to feel normal again. “When?” “How about fifteen minutes from now?” I checked my phone’s clock. It was eleven thirty, and Morgan was calling me before noon. Something was up. And being a good friend, I couldn’t say no. “See you in few.” I arrived at the same time Richard did, and my senses went on high alert. She’d called in both of us. My unease doubled when we walked in to find Morgan sitting at a table, playing with an uneaten cup of chocolate-fudge frozen yogurt. Normally, she gobbled that flavor up like it was about to be permanently discontinued. Richard marched straight to the wall of machines and began filling his bowl with a variety of different flavors. For a skinny guy, he could eat more than Morgan and me combined. I was a devotee of one particular flavor. So, naturally, when I couldn’t find a machine with it, I almost blew a gasket.
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