As discussed yesterday, Graham came home late in the day to take his girlfriend out for her birthday. He had with him the present she had asked for: a book, but not a specific book. With an open-ended assignment like that, Graham did what any good Troy would do: he went to a used book store (Prologue on Franklin St, we should all be supporting it). There he found a true-life espionage book, actually not a bad choice for this girl. To be sure that he would extract maximum conversational fodder from the present, he sat down on Friday and read the whole book. Later Mary gently offered guidance that a new book would probably have been better (especially since -- at dinner a month or so back -- her mother had gently chided her fiance that his Honda Accord was not an expensive enough car -- attitudes towards wealth are not uniform across the population).
Then they went to Duke Gardens, which he said was very crowded on such a beautiful day, especially as there was a substantial quinceanera party going on. Graham was somewhat astonished to see a large group of male attendants -- aged 4 to 17 -- wearing matching pants, suspenders and bow ties. Come to think of it I too would have liked to have seen that.
Later, when I was about to take Graham back uptown, I checked the rear wheel of his bike, which I am getting to see is a good idea. It was nearly flat. Honestly I'm surprised he made it down Franklin St safely. I pumped it up, as dads do.
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