Chapter FiveBig Daddy's shift was over. He materialized inside the Mercedes, already at the wheel, already driving into his garage at home.
“Take this, Sweets, and mend it.” Big Daddy stood in the entrance of the house and threw a jacket at his wife. The new tweed jacket had a tear in the elbow. He couldn't remember why.
“What's the matter?” As he entered the room he caught a glimpse of Sweet Foot through the doorway, her eyes the color of porridge, the darning needle in her hand pricked through her middle finger.
“You're not having a fit again.” He waddled to the corner cabinet and chose a bottle of moderately expensive brandy. Pity to use the pricey stuff on the old bag. He poured the golden liquid into a glass and shielded his actions with his large body.
“Drink this, Judi.” Her fac
