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“Is it my imagination, or was JJ not so crazy about the idea of leaving us together?” Luther asked, mouth twisted in a smartass grin. “What’d she think we’d get up to without her?”
“Hookers and blow,” Adam said.
“Ha!” Luther laughed, head thrown back. It was so incongruous, coming from the kid with the squeaky clean vocabulary in his now gravelly, Tom Waits voice. “We should be so lucky.”
Adam rose, but Luther shook his head. “I’ll clear the table. Just go sit.”
It only took Luther a few minutes to stow the leftover soup in the fridge and wash the dishes. He tended to keep things neat in his own home, and no one could accuse him of having a sink full of dirty dishes. Of course, only using them once or twice a week helped.
Adam sat in a faded armchair. A brown and yellow afghan was
