In Evan’s Car
Sunday Afternoon
Evan had been tempted to tarry at the clinic long enough to confront Doc Wilmer, but he decided he wasn’t ready. Jeremy would have to advise him on the next steps first. He thanked the receptionist, whisked Leon out of the lobby, repossessed his keys, and they got into the Fiat for the drive to Loretta’s place.
Once in the closed space of the car, Evan caught a strong whiff of whiskey on Leon’s breath. His heart sank.
Some plan! I respect that liquor may be a good man’s failing, but maybe he’s just a useless drunk. Has this been Naomi’s cruel idea of a joke?
As they got underway, Evan finally asked, “So that was your plan? A fifth of Early Times?”
I should have known better than to trust this guy. I figured if Naomi sent him, he had to be righteous. But
