Chapter 18
Marcia slammed the truck door when she and Sonny got back home. “Dammit! Those guys owe me! Now they won’t help pay Sean back for what he did to you . . . and me and Lola. Goddammit, shrimpers stick together!
“They had weeks to work on their boats, but nooo! They sat around on their lazy asses when they should have been working. Now that shrimping season is here, they scurry around like the rats they are, trying to catch up on what they should have done a long time ago. The sorry bastards!”
Marcia walked to the front of the truck and pounded her fist on the hood. Sonny shut his door and walked around to where Marcia stood, steaming and staring off into the distance. “Can you blame them? Fuel production is up. Ice production is up. Shrimp season will be open next week, and the
