During a lull in the conversation, I said, “By the way, George, Rion and I are going to Atlanta in two weeks, and we’ve been invited to stay with Charles and Philip.”
“You’ll enjoy your visit,” he said.
“I was worried about us overcrowding their house, and he said it wouldn’t be a problem. He also said that if I didn’t believe him I should talk to you.”
That produced a laugh. “Mitch,” George said, “Charles and Philip don’t live in a house, they live in a huge mansion.”
“You’ve got that right,” Mike said. “In addition to Charles, Philip, and their six boys, Charles’s grandmother lives there, as do Philip’s nephew and his boyfriend, and a live-in nanny.”
“Even with that,” George said, “there are at least four empty bedrooms.”
“Wow,” Rion said.
“And yet,” Mike said, “they’re the nicest and most down-to-earth people you’ll ever come across.”
“I sort of got that impression when we met them,” I said.
“Trust me,” George said, “you’ll definitely enjoy the visit.”