“Wolf,” she managed, suddenly feeling like s**t that she hadn’t been by to see her oldest, best friend in days. “God, I’m sorry I haven’t come to see you. I just –”
“No problemo,” he said, waving his hand at her. “You been busy, Zee, runnin’ that fuckin’ parlour properly for the first time in forever. The guys come in here after work almost every day, and tell everyone how you’re killin' yourself to get it together and organized, then goin' home to be Mom, then you’re back again the next day hours before anyone else shows up. You got your hands full, so if you think I’m gonna knock you for not droppin’ by here every day to get loaded, you’re wrong.”
“Well,” she began, feeling embarrassed. Wolf was making her sound like a damn superhero, and all she was, really, was a single mother… just
