Jack closed the bathroom door but didn’t lock it. He put the flowers he’d bought for Mon in the kitchen, the flowers he hadn’t known might just as well of been a funeral wreath for Randy, and thought about calling her to tell her to stay away. But there were two things held him back. This time he had a real reason to warn her off, sure, but how many times had he already held her at bay? And second, and this was what was on his mind when he dropped onto the couch and picked up the hair dryer from the floor: why should he tell her not to come? She’d already been here, that was obvious. Who else could have given Fats Foley a copy of his new key?
should“Mon, Mon, Mon,” he said.
He was just about to pick up the phone to cuss her out when the doorbell rang.
Fats?
He stood up and went to the
