A Grim Articulation
Sutton dropped me off at my home. We hadn’t spoken on the way. He asked now, “Do you want me to come in?”
“No.”
“You going to be OK?”
“I’ve no idea.”
“Look, Jack… listen. It was an accident. Plus, how big a loss is he? The guy was garbage, the world is better off without him.”
“Yeah, I’ll see you.”
I’d just opened the front door when Linda appeared. She said, “Ah, Jack.”
I didn’t answer, brushed past her. Heard her exclaim, “Well. I never!”
Like I gave a rat’s ass. First off, I had a shower, scrubbed my skin till it hurt. Could feel Ford’s spittle on my face, like a burn. The phone rang. I growled, “What?”
“Jack, it’s Ann.”
“Yeah… what?”
“Are you all right?”
“Christ’s sake. I wish people would stop asking that.”
I slammed the phone down, put on an XL sweat
