Eron set his cocktail down and threw the quilt off his lap. He swung his legs over the lounge chair and faced Garrett. “I don’t regret anything, Gar. We never meant to hurt Mary Ellen or Johnette, but what could we do? Like I said, kids these days don’t have to worry about all the stuff we did. They’ll just move to the big cities and live their lives free from anyone’s scrutiny.”
Being a former lawyer, Eron could smooth talk anyone into believing anything he had to say, except Garrett. Even after all these years, sometimes he had to work twice as hard to convince Garrett than he ever did with any jury.
Eron lifted Garrett’s hand to his mouth and gave it a smooch. “What’s brought this on again?”
Garrett rolled his neck. “Dad got divorce papers in the mail. He left them out on the counter
