Chapter 6Saturday morning presented Jimmy with a series of challenges, not least among them the fact there was no coffee in the cupboard. Add in the truth that he couldn’t get his share of the shower, because between his mother and two sisters, the apartment was overrun with an estrogen energy. He should have stayed in his office instead of sleeping on a sofa that barely fit him. But Mallory wasn’t ready to go back to her place, not on Valentine’s Day, not to a lonely studio whose walls “will probably close in on me, crush me,” she’d said last night. He stretched his body, felt a now familiar ache in his shoulder from last fall’s bullet wound, and wished for a hot spray of water on it right now.
Wasn’t happening.
“Ma, where’s the coffee?”
She wandered into the living room, wearing her b
