It was a pretty fancy place, though he had to keep in mind that Dolemeck's family was not exactly poor. Not that he was either, but his tastes tended to run towards humbler fare. Good barbecue, the like.

"It's amazing what people can charge for food, isn't it? I remember taking Katie to one of the fancy Michelin-starred places once. Was it good? Yeah. I'd still rather have a good rack of barbecue ribs." Franklin laughed.

"Do you know when your father's supposed to come?" Franklin checked his watch idly. Maybe he'd got the time wrong or his father had been held up or something.