Father Jesse drove me back to the comforting squalor of the Cursèd Place, and half walked, half carried me up the front steps. Tombstone opened the door with a look of surprise, took in the dark-colored suits, and stepped back to let us inside. Father Jesse dragged me as far as the living room and dumped me face down on the floor.
“Take care of him?” he said to Tombstone who nodded. The two of them performed a complicated handshake I couldn’t follow and then Father Jesse walked to the door and let himself out.
I heard the front door close. Tombstone’s footsteps padded past me into the kitchen where I heard a tinkling of glass as he opened the refrigerator door. He came back to the living room and flopped down on the couch beside me. He opened a can of beer and held it out to me: hair o
