Jax had been working for about three weeks, and everything was going great. Tom had brought his friend Wayne in with him, and I’d hired them both to get the shop and website together. The whole place was humming right along.
Today I was taking Hazel, Jimmy’s mom, to lunch. She called the week before and sounded not upset exactly, but not like her normal self. I figured she had something on her mind.
I wasn’t wrong.
“So who is this Jax character?”
I liked Hazel. A lot. She was one of those shoots-from-the-hip people, no playing games, no beating around the bush. She wanted to know something, she asked. And she kept asking until she got an answer she believed. She was a lot like my own mom had been.
I gave her a rundown of Jax’s background. His name was really Ajax. His mom named him af
