Chapter 64

“I’m glad that’s over,” Eric said.

“You and me both,” Carlton said. “You’re probably too tired to cook, so why don’t we drive over to the interstate and try one of the restaurants there.”

Sounds good to me.

They drove to an interchange on I-95 near Hardeeville, South Carolina, and decided to eat at a local restaurant that specialized in fried chicken.

“This is good,” Carlton said as he put the remains of a somewhat greasy drumstick back on his plate.

“Yeah. Loaded with calories, and what’s that phrase? Oh yes, ‘finger licking good’.”

“Actually, that phrase belongs to The Colonel, but it certainly applies here.”

“We can swim an extra mile of laps tomorrow to make up for this,” Eric said.

They didn’t discuss the DNA discovery over dinner, but on the way back to the house, Carlton said, “I need to start digging a little deeper into the Raleigh family history.”

“You said you found them in the 1860 census of our county, right?”