They just finished dining at one of the most coveted tables at Sonsie on Newbury Street, while watching the passersby outside the huge patio door, which management had slid open. "She was more than seaworthy," Jim said. "And she made great time. And passed Coast Guard inspection." "Obviously," Maureen said. "Or you wouldn't have come to Boston to enjoy your Friday night. And to spend the weekend with me." Jim put an arm around her shoulder. "Yeah," Patrick said, "now you can hobnob with all of us city folk. In the hottest lounge in Back Bay. You never know: Tom Brady and Bridget Moynahan might enter at any second." "I'd rather see Teddy Kennedy or Whitey Bulger," Case added. "But if it was Senator Teddy, man, I don't know if we could drag him from the bah." Patrick blinked slowly and shook his head from side to side. "Bryce," Jim said, "you once told me Brady lives a block away and used to pop in here all the time. But I think he moved to New York, to be with his girl." "His stay here was kinda short-lived," Bryce said.
