Chapter 4
I sat down in a creaky old armchair with the stuffing leaking out. I felt like a patient in a goddam dentist's office, waiting for his turn. Chuck went into the bedroom and shut the door. Damn discreet of him to shut the door.
I crossed my legs and fidgeted and stared at the baby, who woke up and stared malevolently back at me. The brat didn't start crying, which was one good thing. If he had, I would probably have busted out bawling myself, I was so keyed up.
Maybe five minutes went by, crawling, and then the bedroom door opened. I could hear water running in a sink inside.
Chuck came out. He was smiling, a pleasant tranquil smile. "Okay, Burnside. Your turn."
"Was it-okay?"
"I don't think you'll have any complaints."
I got up, nearly fell flat on my face from sheer fu
