Tucker ignored the question, just like he ignored many a person at the door.
“I asked my sister, ya know, right away. I figured the neighborhood grapevine would have something to say. She told me you and your father went to jail for being dirty.”
That pissed Tucker off for a second or two, but then he actually cracked a smile.
“I know,” Chad said, scooping up another bunny to add to his crate. “Sounds like something my mom would say. Maybe as a ‘clean your room’ kind of threat.”
“How is your mom?” Tucker asked with an overabundance of venom. “And your brothers and sisters?” He’d toned down the nastiness by the end.
“My mom is worse. My dad got her a place of her own. Instead of leaving, he sent her away. This all happened while I was in the city that first summer; lots of change all a
