Chapter 49 ~ December 31 Prodigal SonMickey sprawled on the settee in the kitchen, watching hockey on the little tv, flicking cigarette ashes into an antique blown glass candy dish. Freda would never allow him to smoke in the house, but she was dead now, no longer around to complain, and he knew Kenna wouldn’t care.
He swished a cold beer around in his mouth, trying to rinse off the bad taste he imagined to be there, but it wasn’t something you could swallow. No, in Mickey’s case, the bad taste was rage, and it wasn’t going away anytime soon. It was just biding its time, waiting for Mickey to step into his own, releasing his toxic vitriol into the world. So many people had so much coming to them.
Starting with Mum.
If it wasn’t for Kenna, he was certain his grandmother wouldn’t have dis
