“I saw the son of a b***h my first day working in the shop. He hasn’t changed. Still the same nasty bastard he always was.”
“I never thought he was so bad.”
“He didn’t hassle you all the time.”
Pete grabbed a handful of pretzels, which he ate one at a time. When they were all gone, he washed them down with a swallow of beer. “You know, maybe you should cut him some slack. I think he really liked you.”
“He had a fuckin’ strange way of showin’ it,” Brody said with some resentment, absent-mindedly scratching his balls.
Pete pushed the recliner’s footrest up with the lever on the side. He wiggled his toes. Brody watched with interest.
“Brode, you had the reputation of being something of a f**k-up back then. You were a damn good baseball player, both out there in center field and at the p
