Chapter 136

Rising to her feet, Bobbie nods. “I know, honey,” she says, distracted. “It’s fine. Why don’t you run along and play?”

“I’m watching Caitlin,” he answers. At the withering look Ray shoots him, he sticks his tongue out and hides behind my sister.

Aunt Bobbie dabs at Ray’s stomach, a good five inches above where the milk drenched his shorts. “Here,” she says, shoving the napkin into his hand. “Maybe you should get cleaned up, Ray. It’s after noon already, too late to be lounging around in your PJ’s anyway. I’m sure you have something else you need to do…”

She trails off, hopeful, but Ray shakes his head as he wipes at the front of his shorts. Trying to help, I tell him, “Dad’s out in the shed. He could use a hand—”

“That’s your job, isn’t it?” Ray asks bitterly. “Or wait, just your boyfriend’s. He didn’t want you out there.”