{ w h o } Graham, Carter { w h a t } business over dinner { w h e n } Wednesday evening { w h e r e } the Mulvaney brothers' trailer { r a t i n g } PG
Carter considered himself a reasonably sociable fellow--as long as he wasn't expected to socialize with idiots--but he could appreciate a quiet dinner at home every now and then. And it never hurt to discuss business in a private setting, so he'd brought his dinner back to the trailer he shared with Danny. There was a table that could be set up for such occasions, neatly stowed beneath a bench seat until needed, and Carter had had his brother convert their tiny living room area into a dining room in anticipation of his eccentric guest.
He'd also made sure Danny understood his presence at this particular dinner wasn't required. For one thing, with the strongman wedged into the dining room, there'd be no room for Graham.
He'd just settled himself, cane propped in the corner, place settings neatly laid out, and feet dangling, when a knock sounded at the door, right on time.
"Come on in," Carter called, pleasantly enough, and turned to watch his guest ascend the rickety steps into the mobile dwelling.