CHAPTER SEVEN
“Hey, it’s me.”
“Hi, baby. How’s it going?”
“Not good. I’m over at Manitoba’s with Orrin. I may be running late today.”
“Oh, no. You know I’ve got the Halloween shopping today for Lorraine. I needed you to pick up my dress at the cleaners, some wine for Saturday night, and some other stuff.”
“Halloween? We’re not even halfway through September.”
“You know they’ve got that play they’re working on at the pre-school. If you go to the Dollar Store, they’ve got some pretty cool stuff on sale right now.”
“Dollar Store?” Tommy Jackson griped. “What are we, on welfare? If any of the guys see you in there, I’ll never hear the end of it.”
“Don’t give me that,” Maureen chided. “I saw Dwight Shreve’s wife at the Goodwill the other day.”
“What the hell were you giving to the Good
