Chapter 25
Opening night.
As I crossed Split’s bustling dining room, walking under the shallow draft hull of the Drakkar boat which served as a massive decoration and a ceiling structure, I was accosted by Boone. “Hey, Red,” he shouted over the noise of voices, plates clanking, and Celtic music. He got out of his log chair. “Get your snazzy ass over here, my man.”
But I couldn’t stop for long. Had to check up on the activity in the kitchen. I slowed down a little and waved at the Lunds. They were all seated together around the largest cedar wood table in the dining room, but when I tried to get away, Boone grabbed my arm with his huge hand, stopping me. “How are you holding up?” he asked, his kind blue eyes twinkling with humor and mischievousness. “Do you have a second for your family?
