Chapter 41
Nate scowled at his mother and the man she’d taken up with. They’d got a letter from Bart and were so f*****g happy that his oh-so-perfect brother was on his way west.
Oh, yeah, Nate knew about that. He’d overheard them talking about it just before they left the apartment. It was a good thing the walls between his room and the parlor were so thin, otherwise he wouldn’t have known anything, because Ma and that bastard Sam Pickett wouldn’t have said a word about where Bart was going.
Bart and George Pettigrew were out of this tenement, and Frank Thompson was going to practice law in California.
And meanwhile, Nate had to work sweeping floors in Bradway’s Dry Goods instead of working for a lawyer like Frank Thompson had been.
Mary Beth walked into the room and smirked at him.
