Shane got to work twenty minutes late. He looked at his dad and readied for the complaint. He hadn’t been late to a job since high school when he’d always been too tired to get his a*s out of bed in the morning.
Instead of yelling, his dad simply said, “You look like shit.”
“Thanks, and good morning to you, too.” He’d already downed two cups of coffee, but he still felt sluggish.
“Who kept you up so late that you couldn’t be on time?”
“Maggie.”
His dad’s eyes widened and Shane realized what his dad was really asking. “No. Not like that. I worked closing at the bar last night with Maggie.”
“I told you this wasn’t a good idea.” His dad hefted a sheet of drywall across the room.
The man was getting too old to do this kind of work. Shane took the sheet from him. It looked like he was ne
