Chapter 47

He’d never told anyone, but he’d driven to one of those twenty-four hour pharmacies a few towns over and bought a box of condoms.

Not that he’d expected to get lucky, but a guy could dream.

Mopp shook his head. Lack of sleep was making him dopey.

He closed the bedroom door quietly behind him and made his way to the kitchen. A glass of warm milk was calling his name.

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MOPP THOUGHT Jan would be upset when he told her he had to spend Thanksgiving at home. When Momma realized he was content with his new living arrangements, she’d worked on Daddy until he’d finally given in.

Mopp could almost hear her. “Isaiah, it’s a time for family. And if Billy Bob doesn’t show his face, you know your sister is going to make a huge thing about it.”

Yeah, Aunt Deborah was like that.