“Aw come on. I’m just having a good time.”
“Listen, what you do is your business. But…”
“But what, Freddie?”
Fred finished washing his hands and dried them. “Just because you’re a Lassiter, doesn’t mean you can treat people like shit.” Fred slammed his palms against the door and pushed it open. “No wonder you’ve driven my cousin to drink.” Fred exited the bathroom.
Eron walked over to the sink and washed his hands. He looked at himself in the mirror.
So that was it. Poor Mary Ellen Buchanan was getting strung along by Eron Lassiter. Well, you just wait, Fred Johnson. I’ll show you who wears the pants in this family.
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Garrett inhaled again when Eron sat back down. He had held his breath since Eron left. He hadn’t heard what Rip had to say across the table and he really hadn’t wanted to come with Johnette. But he was destined to live that life. A woman on his arm in public, while he pined for a man in private.