Chapter 19Todd
Todd Gleason was busy feeding Toad, telling him about the crazy week he’d endured, hell, survived. It was nice that all he did was plink his legs in the water, blink his eyes. No judgment from him, even after his being away for so many days. The water in the tank was nice and clear, crystal clear.
“Uncle Scooter did a good job taking care of you, didn’t he?”
Toad blinked again. Like a prisoner would, blink once for yes, two for no.
Todd was glad he was no longer a prisoner, and that the threat of any charges hanging over him had been taken by the ocean breeze and was floating somewhere over the Atlantic. The Jersey Shore was in his rear-view mirror, both literally and figuratively. No more reasons to return. He thought wistfully of that last conversation he’d shared, at
