Chapter 9“I don’t know why you always do this to yourself.”
John nodded. Then took another swig of beer. Some guys might look forward to going out on a Friday night; his high point was calling Bobby, confessing his sins, and letting Bobby read him the riot act.
The worst part? Bobby was right. John had no trouble admitting it. Sadly, the knowledge didn’t make a damn bit of difference to his sulky mood.
“You’ve only met him a couple of times. What’s the big deal?” Confusion studded Bobby’s question like nails in a sheet of drywall. “You got shot down. I crashed and burned plenty before I found Mina.”
“He’s different.” Aware of the lameness of his statement John searched for words to better help Bobby understand. His mouth opened, then closed in silent failure. Nick Davros needed a lexic
