[Twenty Years of Reflection]
[Chapter 2]
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"Shall I say Mr. Mayor?" I said cuttingly to Davey.
"Actually, yes." Said David looking quite serious indeed before breaking out into that laugh we all know and love.
Jack looked at him, still not even having spoken, and just grinned at his childhood best friend. "How're the ladies treatin' ya Mr. Mayor?" He said with a little slap on the shoulder.
"Married, 2 kids." Davey said smugly, "It wasn't easy running for office with the wife being pregnant and all though!"
"Who's this wife you speak of?" Jack and I said in sync with one another.
"A girl I met while traveling Europe, her name is Jaclyn, a nice Jewish girl going on the same little trip as I was.
Jack merely laughed at him, "I bet your parents were happy with the 'nice Jewish girl' part, would they settle for any less?"
"What do you think?" Dave asked looking at him skeptically.
"So, what have you boys been up to? Tell me everything!" Davey said trying to turn the attention away from him and to focus on the other two.
He was the same as always, same curls, same eyes, good old Davey.
Then a younger man walked in, in his twenties I'd say.
"Les!" David exclaimed, getting up to meet his younger brother.
They exchanged warm felt handshakes and brotherly love when Les took a seat at the table.
"Hey fellas, good to see you!"
Les had turned into a handsome man, dignified in his ways, reminiscent of a younger version of Mr. Jacob's.
"So Les, what have you been up to?" I asked him, breaking the ice.
Then the bartender brought us another round of drinks as we all sat there drinking them happily.
"Finished school a couple of years ago, met a girl," he said with a blush, "and, trying to figure out what to do with this young life of mine, haha."
Dave looked at him in half-shock, "Stop trying to show off in front of Jack, still."
Les shot his brother a look of disgust and then to Jack, who was laughing under his breathe.
"It's OK Les, I can understand how one might want to idolize me," smiled Jack, "I mean, who's this handsome?"
At that point we all reached into the breadbasket and threw it at him. Same old Jack.
Picking a piece of it up and stuffing it into his mouth, "I'm kidding!" he said, almost choking on the doughy bread in his mouth.
We could all do nothing but roller our eyes at him. It truly felt like I was 12 years old again, with my friends.
Just as that thought entered my mind, I heard the familiar sound of a wood hitting the ground. I turned my big chocolate eyes away from my beer to see no other but Crutchy, same dumbfounded expression on his face, same good old crutchy.