“Not everyone likes bacon, even the smell of it,” Todd said.
“Shut him up,” Thomason said.
“Ooh, breakfast…”
Lenny and Bruce made their way toward the table. Jimmy hoped they’d leave some for the rest of them. Then, he gazed at Todd, his expression indicating he didn’t need to further needle them. They were already agitated. The arrival of the Conklin clan having upended these proceedings. Vera directed Freddy and her two cousins, both having piled food on their plates, to take seats on the folding chairs that had been set up, which only left two more for people to sit on. Del hadn’t been expecting a crowd. But he got one.
“I’ll stand,” Todd said.
“Me, too,” Jimmy said. “Vera, have a seat. I’m sure Mr. Delvecchio is eager to start.”
“I know what you’re up to, McSwain. It’s not going
