Chapter 11
Br’er hung up his cell and stared blankly across the room at Mazie, who was reclining on the couch with Mickey tucked behind her knees. She glanced up from the magazine she’d been reading and saw his expression. “What’s up?”
“That was Ra…uh…Randy.”
“I gathered that.”
“He cancelled our weekend plans.”
“Ah, so now it starts. The buildup to the breakup,” Mazie said and went back to her magazine and petting Mickey.
“No,” Br’er said as if coming out of a trance. “Don’t be ridiculous. He said he was sorry, but he’d make it up to me.”
Without looking at him, Mazie said sarcastically, “Of course he did. They always do.”
“Shut up! He said I should be ready to spend the weekend out of town the week after and to make sure I packed a suit, or a sport coat, a pair of slacks, and a ti
