"Rules is changed, my man."
Parker shrugged, apologized to his guests and led Double T up the lawn and into his den. He sat down at his desk and gestured for the player to take the large chair. Double T glanced around. Most of the photographs on the walls were of weddings and golf foursomes; from the photographs a visitor from outer space would believe that Americans dressed only in pastels and cutaways.
Parker sat down, leaned back and drew on his cigar. "I must say this is some surprise, Doubs. Aren't you supposed to be in Buffalo for the game tomorrow?"
"Oh yeah. I knew it was one of those cities."
"I can make it in time, if I have to."
"O.K. So what's on your mind?"
"I be ready to sign," Double T said.
Parker sprang forward in his chair in surprise. In delight, he toasted Doubs and rang for a waiter. "That's fantastic, Doubs. But understand, there is no way I can justify more than 400 a year. That town is not supporting us as it should."
"Four hundred be good enough."