Moe stared at the two young men uncomprehending.
“Family?”
Abe laughed. “Well friends of family let’s call it. I’m Abe Levine and this is Jerry Solomon.”
Still dazed Moe shook Abe’s outstretched hand. Friends of the family? These well-dressed fellows sure didn’t look like his father’s type. And what other family did Moe have?
He found his voice. “Can you… Are you… Have we ever met?”
