So far this is going well, Griff thought. He contemplated his Father drawing equations on his napkin; his soon to be brother-in-law, Jack O'Brien, searching the sports bar menu for reliable champagne; his French Canadian Mother and Jack’s French wife, Giselle, chatting in French; Edelira and JuanJose talking a mile a minute in Cuban Spanish; and Caydance in mysterious object trouble again. She was wearing a soft gray cashmere sweater that reminded him of things that he liked to remember, such as evenings alone with her in the beach house.
Since Mac had told everyone to order whatever they wanted to, whenever they wanted to, he ordered a bacon cheeseburger and French fries. Beer.
Caydance had not asked him what went on at the stag party that metamorphized into a wake for Tooz. This was good. There would always be things in his life that he did not share.
Instead, he had told her stories he heard about Matuszak's family funeral in Wisconsin. The massive coffin draped in white. Al Davis shaking hands with a boy in a wheelchair; the presence of three wisemen: Gene Upshaw, Phil Villapiano, and Ted Hendricks; Super BowlXV interception hero Rod Martin, and Right Guard Mickey Marvin, who said in his eulogy: “My whole family loved that big guy."