In addition to Matt, he’d invited three or four couples who lived on his block, Dushay and his mother, plus Paul Nowicki and Matt’s ex-wife. When Matt asked why he’d included the Nowickis, his friend said that just the other day he’d been elected to the board of the local PAWS chapter, which of course Paul headed. Since they both belonged to the same civic organization, it would be awkward to exclude him. Neatness counts, Frankie liked to say, and Matt couldn’t deny he’d fashioned a neat argument. “When did you sign up?” he asked. They were having this conversation shortly after closing time. Through the window they could see Dushay standing beside his old Accord, parked directly across the street in front of Felicia’s Bistro. He was searching his pockets, one after another, looking for his car keys, which dangled from the door lock where they had probably spent the day. “I joined awhile back,” Frankie said. “How far back?” “Maybe three or four weeks ago. Not long after he came in to see you.”
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