‘Weather okay otherwise?’
Raul has no clue the way the climate is in Huntsville, probably more or less like right here but who knows. He’d have checked if he’d had the slightest f*****g idea Don Jensen might call. ‘Nothing special,’ he claims. ‘What could I do for you?’
Well, we were wondering simply whom the hell you actually are, he imagines Don saying. That fake belly may fool people, but my wife spotted it through the get-go.
‘I inform you exactly what,’ Don says, ‘Bev’s mommy took a change for the even worse and passed away this afternoon. Yesterday’
‘Oh. I’m really sorry to hear that.’ Raul really is sorry. Not ‘very,’ but at ‘sort that is least of.’ Beverly is no Corrie Ackerman, but she’s okay.
‘Yeah, Bev’s pretty split up about any of it. She’s into the bedroom, bawling and p
