“That Susan’s pretty good-looking,” Joseph noted on their ride to the dump. Crumbs fell from a week’s growth of beard. He’d left Grumpy’s with a quarter of the burger in his to-go box and had finished it before they’d turned off of Main Street.
“She is a fine-looking woman,” Morgan conceded, then fell silent, hoping to discourage Joseph from further conversation.
Joseph was not to be discouraged, though.
“You think she’s about convinced?” He tossed the empty Grumpy’s box on the floorboard between his feet, pounded his chest with a closed fist, and belched his appreciation for a fine meal. “’Cause I gotta be honest, you’ve been working on her a while and I’ve been holed up in that dump for too long. I’m missin’ Florida more every day. I can’t tell if you’re conning her or courting
