Chapter NineBack in the car, the engine roars to life, and with it Layne Staley crooning about Jesus Christ and denying your maker. Feeling like an escaped prisoner with no shame, I max out the volume for “Man in a Box” and peel wheels out of the parking lot like there might actually be someone trying to catch me. In reality, Ruth is probably still giving Big Mama and Scott an earful of hostile nonsense, and that brownie is likely going on it’s third hour of being untouched. What a waste.
If only BM could stand up for herself. And with that thought, my mind plays out a scene of what should have happened after I left. Big Mama should have grabbed that brownie and shoved it in Ruth’s piehole, gloriously emphasizing the need for her to shut up, just like James Caan shoving the burned pages d
