"Nope."
"You're here a good deal, though, your father tells me."
"Sometimes. At the moment—we're building in Florida—and my kid attends school there—so Florida is where we spend most of our time."
"Hot, in the fall and spring, isn't it?"
"Not this hot!"
He thought that was amusing, too. "Hurricanes," he said.
"Yep. Hurricanes."
"You've been in them?"
"Repeatedly." I passed up a grade-A chance to dramatize Wylie, since it would give him equal privileges, when his turn came.
"I'll tell you, frankly, why I'm here," Socker said. "I want you to do me a favor." He gave me that ministerial look—the beaming meekness of a man who is never denied a favor.