Chapter 10Jimmy McSwain hit the road the next morning just after ten o’clock, the soonest he could escape his grandmother’s clutches. She had grilled him the night before about this mystery man, as Jimmy tried unsuccessfully to convince her otherwise that he didn’t exist. Maggie told her good luck, getting Jimmy to talk about his personal life required an Act of Congress.
“Put me in Congress,” Hester said, “I’ll whip those pantywaists in Washington in shape.”
Hester loved to talk politics, and she was doing so this morning when Jimmy came out of his room in a pair of jeans and a button-down shirt. Again, Hester was all over him, asking him where he planned to meet his date, was it lunch, a picnic, or a secret rendezvous at some sleazy motel. He just shook his head. Being old meant you co
