One shoulder shrugged. “Worth a shot.”
“Of whiskey.”
“Exactly.”
Dad walked in a moment later, Chompers by his side. “Exactly what?”
Ma looked over at him. “You’re playing card with the boys.”
He looked crestfallen. “Those assholes and idiots?”
Ma chuckled. “See!”
Dad wagged a finger at me. “You’ll owe us for this one, boy.”
I headed to my bedroom. “So I’ve been told, Dad. So I’ve been told.”
***
I called Monroe and filled him in, neglecting to tell him about the s*x thing with Dave. I already felt plenty of guilt without him adding to it. Monroe gave great guilt like Ma gave great tangents and Dave gave great lean. Everyone had a talent, it seemed. Me, I attracted disciples with issues. Not a great résumé builder, but still.
“So one dead women, a missing husband, a missing son,
