Chapter 6

“Worse’n your mother,” Eddie grumbled, and headed out.

Tab ignored him. He got his artistic streak from Mum, sure, but he liked to think his father had been sane. Or maybe that came from Uncle Eddie, given that his dad was apparently equally nutty and into dancing around rocks naked as Mum. (Tab was pretty sure he was conceived on a rock, under the full moon, probably somewhere in the middle of freakin’ Ireland.)