Tyson hesitated, wanting to get the words right.
“Certain things you won’t know until you’re right there in it. No trial run here. Here the race is always on, man! f**k, you know that, Moose.”
“Who talks to him most?” Moose asked.
“Who what?”
“Who talks to him most?” Moose asked again.
“Probably you, don’t ya?”
“Don’t know.”
“He seems to be lugging around a pack of disappointments.”
Moose saw the problem, and remembered checking Kale out on the rooftop earlier. Kale was his friend, ever since Army basic training. Something in his head wasn’t right anymore. Moose said nothing. Tyson dropped it.
They arrived at the living trailers.
“Meet you in about twenty minutes after showers, and we’ll go eat.” Moose said.
“I’ll knock on your hooch.”
“That works. Make sure you use soap!” Moos
