Chapter 97

The party was underway and while everyone was laughing and having a good time, Dax stood off to the side, feeling as uncomfortable as ever. Sipping on his whiskey sour, he watched with a half-smile as Margret was having the time of her life. A few months ago, she was barely able to move, now she was living her best life in her mid-seventies.

"Evening Dax," said Margret's husband who walked up net to him. "Enjoying the party?"

"Yeah. It's great. How about you Albert?"

"Eh, don't lie. You hate these damn things as much as I do. But if my lady's happy, I'm happy."

"She sure is. She's been going all evening."

"Thanks to you. You brought my wife back."

"No. She put in the work. I just gave her a little boost."

"I noticed you haven't spoken to your mother."

"Oh, you mean the drunken whore."

"Come on Dax. She's a different woman now."

"I doubt that."