“The files go to the bank to be stored. The bar? Hadn’t thought about it.”
The beer was cold. “Have it crated and send it to Johnson.”
We grinned, together. “Johnson it is. He’ll need it.”
I nodded at the machine. “What about that?”
“That goes with us on the plane as air express.” He looked closely at me. “What’s the matter with you—jitters?”
“Nope. Willies. Same thing.”
“Me, too. Your clothes and mine left this morning.”
“Not even a clean shirt left?”
“Not even a clean shirt. Just like—”
I finished it. “—the first trip with Ruth. A little different, maybe.”