Jimmy laced his fingers behind his head, staring up at the olive drab tent. He replayed the events of the day over and over again, cringing at his reaction to Greta. He was mortified by his behavior and ill treatment of someone who deserved no less than to be treated like the goddess she was. How did something so right go so completely wrong?
He heard someone shuffle into the tent and sit down across from him. “I dropped Greta and Ezra off.” It was Tony.
“Thank you.” Jimmy continued to stare up at the roof of the tent, watching a spider spin its web.
“Ezra was disappointed to miss the end of the baseball game.” Tony lit a cigarette and leaned over to offer one to Jimmy.
“Yeah, sorry about that.” He shook his head no, continuing to watch the spider sliding up and down the silky thread.
