Chapter 10

“Well then, ubetchim, Little Beaver,” I replied using the name of the cowboy in question’s Indian sidekick.

We both laughed.

We pulled on our sweatpants and went to the phone in the kitchen. I speed-dialed Mike’s number. After two rings there was an answer.

“Hello?”

“Hello, John,” I said to my son’s partner. “How are you?”

We talked for a few minutes about this and that. All the while my heart was beating faster and faster. I was anxious to get to the nub of my call. Andy sat nearby, looking at me expectantly.

Finally John said, “I’ll get Mike for you. Nice talking to you, Dad.”

Mike came on the line. “Hi, father of mine. What’s goin’ on?”

After we talked about the upcoming holiday and the arrangements Meg was making, I said, “Mike, I have something important to discuss with you and I need some advice.”