CHAPTER 4“I’m just gonna quick clear off the dishes here. Why don’t you go sit in the living room? I’ll be right in.”
“Sure I can’t give you a hand with those, Francis?”
“Naw, I’m just gonna pile them up in the kitchen and throw ’em in the dishwasher later. Then I’m gonna visit the jake for a moment and make myself an after-dinner drink. Can I bring you one?”
“No, thanks,” Frank said, rising from the table. Half a bottle of wine was more than he usually drank. Francis had also had a couple of stiff shots before dinner. Frank had to give him some slack on that. This had not been a good day for him and he seemed to be carrying its full weight. “Hey, great steaks.”
That brought a smile. “Hadn’t used the barbecue in a while. Guess I haven’t lost my touch.”
“Not by my lights.” Frank wander
