Chapter 6
“How’d it go tonight?” Mazie asked as Br’er came into the apartment. She was sitting on the couch with Mickey on her lap watching television, wrapped in a vivid chartreuse and turquoise muumuu, her hair colored to match. Mickey stood up to greet Br’er. Today his tail was wagging.
“Um…it was okay,” Br’er said, swinging his backpack off his shoulder and setting it on the floor.
“Whoa there, Jack,” she said. “Just okay? Something musta happened, cuz ever other time you’ve come home from an evening with a client, you can’t wait to tell me all about it, whether I want to hear the gory details or not.” She muted the TV. “What gives?”
Br’er walked over to the sofa and sat down. Mickey bared his teeth.
“Quit!” Mazie said. The little dog lay down on her lap.
“I don’t want to talk ab
