CHAPTER 23: Terry
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Terry ordered room service and then started to pour himself a drink, but he hesitated. Maggie was right. Water would be better for him. He grabbed a bottle from the cooler and took a large gulp. It was good but it didn’t quite do what he needed. He poured a couple of inches of scotch in a glass and sipped it as he put away what remained of the worst picnic ever.
When he was done, he tossed back the rest of his drink and plopped onto the couch, groaning as the pain shot from his hip through his back. Damn, Peter had better stop slamming into d***s or the kid was going to get his ass kicked – a lot – in school. He grabbed the remote from the coffee table, rolled to his stomach and turned on the TV.
He flipped through the channels but there was nothing on that
