He typed around, discovering that the bull riders would be in Connecticut in ten days.
Huh. Charles knew Ryder knew the bull riders were coming. He had to. He spoke to his brother dozens of times per day.
He wasn’t sure why Ryder hadn’t said anything, but perhaps the man had planned to take some days off. Driving to Connecticut was a shorter trip than to New York City, and one could argue that it was on the way, mostly, so why shouldn’t he go? He’d never been to the rodeo. He’d ask Ryder to make all the arrangements.
That might be…fascinating.
In fact, it would be eye-opening. He hoped Ryder would be interested in introducing him around.
Charles
Come see me when you’re back from your errands. Bring tea, please.
He texted Ryder, smiling to himself, then set his phone down on the end table.
Ryder
Yes, sir. What’s your position on chocolate croissants?
Chocolate and croissants were two words that he never said no to.
Charles
I’ve never met one I didn’t like.
Ryder
Excellent. These look amazing.
A picture showed up a second later, the pastries brown and flaky and delicious-looking.
They looked lovely. He was certain he didn’t need them, but he wanted them.
Charles
Thank you.
Ryder
see you soon. Found minestroney
Minestroney?He laughed.
Charles
Minestrone. It means “soup” in Italian.
It was comfort food.
Ryder
Huh. In Spanish it’s sopa. Smells good. Bbiab
Bbiab?What did that mean? He’d never seen that one before. Tad had been up on these things, but he was clueless. Better believe I am, buddy? Best before it’s all blue?
Google again.
He googled it and it made much more sense. Be back in a bit.