Pimpdaddy gave me the chopped liver eye. “It's all right,” Mom told him. “You go take care of business. Kenny will keep watch on things."
He stepped toward us. “b***h, I call the shots around here.” After emptying his beer and considering our disposition he grunted, adding, “Guess I'll go stir up Greyjohns. Hey kid, why don't you sit out here and make sure nobody gets outta line. Know what I mean?"
He left the two of us alone. I stared at Mom, hard, and she tried to put on a smile but failed.
Soon enough an almost-man came around, loaded with booze and cash and the password to get him into Pimpdaddy & Sons Stellar Hoing Service. Mother left the bedroom door cracked open, whispering to me to stay put and watch in case this one got rowdy. My heart sank ... this was all too uncomfortable f
