The only way that Greg convinced himself to approach them was already knowing his other option. It was either face Jessica and Dragon Winslow or have Dawn kick his butt for being such a wimp.
Food service was long over except for the two dozen pies he’d made. Cal hadn’t had enough warning to make a bigger cake, so Greg had added pies and everyone received a piece of each. He’d made them in all different flavors. He should have made more blueberry, as they were peaking right now on the coast; he’d remember that for next time. Seasonal. Just like his restaurant would be. Yes! He liked that. Whatever was absolutely the freshest.
Dancing had begun. A local band had come together. Vincent’s dad Manny sang sweet vocals and Peggy played a mean guitar. Becky had a drum kit and the Judge plucked
