“Vincent?”
“C’mere.” I dragged him back into his mother’s room, dropped the bag onto a chair, and then hauled him into the bathroom and closed the door. “What kind of an asshole do you take me for that I’d think less of you for being upset because your mother was injured?”
“I’m f*****g pathetic.”
I smacked the back of his head, and he gave me a stunned look. “You’re a f*****g i***t is what you are, Mann.” I kept my voice down, even though the odds of disturbing his mother were slim. “Do you know how much I envy you having a mother like Portia? Smart, classy, a real lady…. And she f*****g loves you.”
“Of course she loves me. I never doubted that. But look at me. I didn’t fall apart because she’s in that goddamned hospital bed. I fell apart because of a stupid, f*****g coat.”
“Her coat
