Chapter 22
When Mazie came into the apartment with Mickey, Br’er was sitting on the couch. He was holding the Rolex watch Ray had given him, looking at the inscription on the back and hoping the words etched there would give him confidence that his fears were groundless.
“Colder than a witch’s tit out there,” Mazie said as she took off her jacket and Mickey’s little hoody. “You hear from Ray?”
“Yes,” Br’er replied without looking up.
“Oh-oh.” Mazie walked over to where Br’er was sitting and sat down next to him. “Tell Mama all about it.”
Mickey jumped up on Br’er’s lap and licked his nose.
Br’er smiled at the little dog and kissed him on the head. Mickey lay down.
Br’er sighed. “I don’t know if there’s anything to tell. Maybe it’s just paranoia, but Ray says he wants to see me tonig
