Chapter 39

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Sully struts into the coffee shop, pointing to his trainers. “Check them out.”

“You took the VaporMax out for a walk?” Troy asks, shooting an incredulous look at his fellow groomsman before smacking his forehead in exasperation. “ Lord, what fools these mortals be. ”

“First off, no, I did not take my shoes out for a walk in New York City. Do I look stupid?” Sully asks.

I hold up a stop-sign hand. “Don’t answer that, Troy.”

“What? I don’t think he looks stupid. But I do contend wearing expensive shoes in New York City is the height of foolishness,” he says, answering anyway.

Sully jumps in again. “Second, I know that’s from A Midsummer Night’s Dream .”

The coffee cup nearly slips from Troy’s palm. “Wha . . .?”

I snap my gaze to the sneakerhead who plops down in a leather chair, crossing one leg over the other, his shoes on full display.

“You know where that’s from?” I ask.

Sully scoffs. “I do indeed. Because I knew he was going to call me a fool. I knew he was going to quote Shakespeare to make his point. So I googled Shakespearean quotes on foolishness before I arrived. I was ready.”

“Damn. You are an impressive fella. I have no choice but to high-five you.” I hold up a palm, and Sully smacks back.

“You did that? You went to that level of prep to get my goat?” Troy asks, his jaw agape.

Sully nods, takes a long pull of some kind of coffee drink, and exhales exaggeratedly. “I gamed it. Took my chances when I researched the quotes. I figured it’d be that one or The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool . That’s from?—”

“ As You Like it ,” Troy and Sully name the play in unison.

“But see,” Sully continues, clearly enjoying his moment in the sun. “I went with the A Midsummer Night’s Dream one because I figured Troy would go with the simpler quote. The shorter one. Troy is all about brevity. And brevity is the soul of wit .”

Troy’s eyes pop.

Sully slams his hand on an imaginary buzzer. “And that’s from Hamlet , boys.”

“I knew that, and I also know this.” Troy stands, bows, and declares, “We’re not worthy.”

Sully pats his head. “And you better know that’s from Wayne’s World .”

“Of course,” we both say together.

“I’d have to turn in my man card if I didn’t know that,” Troy says.

Sully takes another drink. “Also, to answer your question, oh ye of little faith, I carried my shoes in a bag, and I put them on at the door to show you clowns.”

“Aww, that’s sweet that you’re giving us a special viewing of your shoes,” I say.

“All right, gentlemen, let’s get down to business,” Troy says, rubbing his palms.

Briefly, I’m taken aback because I usually lead these meetings, since I’m the boss. But Troy jumps into the deep end. “Tonight, you want us on our best behavior, you want us in our suits, and if anyone asks, we work in media production—keep it plain and simple. But wait. Why can’t I be a model like Enzo? I look like a model, don’t you think?” Troy gestures to his jawline.

Sully shakes his head. “Have you seen Enzo? Dude, if you think you can model next to him, then I can dunk like Michael when I wear these shoes.”

“Fair point.”

“Maybe I could be like a Sears catalog model,” Troy offers.

“Now you’re talking realism,” Sully says. “Except Sears is defunct.”

“And another dream dies,” Troy says.

We resume the rundown, reviewing the plan for tonight’s cocktail party, which is taking the place of a rehearsal dinner. When we’re done, I head home to get ready, and at seven fifteen, my phone rings with Truly’s name blasting across it. Odd. I didn’t expect her to arrive till seven thirty. “Hey, minx.”

“I’m early. Want to let me in so I can finish what you didn’t let me start last night?”