CHAPTER 49
“Ricky? Is that you?” His mother’s screeching voice pierced through the chaos of his thoughts. “What in the world kept you out so late? Do you have any idea what time it is?”
He glanced up, too drained to even make eye contact. “Hi, Mom.”
“Hi, Mom? You storm out of here like some petulant teenager and come home at some ungodly hour, you’ve got the whole church worked up by the way you treated two of my closest friends, and all you can say is hi, Mom?”
It didn’t matter how old he got. In his mother’s eyes, Ricky had no reason to be out of the house past eight o’clock at night. Ever.
“I’m going to bed,” he muttered. It had been an exhausting night, first worrying about Grandma Lucy and then with Jillian and her miscarriage ...
“Oh, no you’re not, young man.”
“I said I’m goi
