Chapter 49Lilly, Pennsylvania, 2006"I can't wait to get my hands on that piece of s**t," said Paisley. "f*****g chickenshit not-putting-out-fires-and-pretending-he's-dead Grogan Salt."
Behind the wheel of Latoya Toyota, Celeste smirked. She wasn't in a playful mood by any stretch, but Paisley was in rare form this morning. The day before, with all the revelations and bickering at E.Q.'s house, Paisley had lost her oomph...but the sleep she'd gotten seemed to have sharpened up her edge.
Celeste knew she would need it. Everyone, including Pretzel, was jammed into the Toyota, on their way to see a man most of them had thought was dead for the past thirty years.
None of them seemed to be looking forward to it, either. The only one who seemed to be in anything remotely resembling a half
