Chapter 97

Oh, yeah, Nate knew about that. He’d overheard them talking about it just before they left the apartment. It was a good thing the walls between his room and the parlor were so thin, otherwise he wouldn’t have known anything, because Ma and that bastard Sam Pickett wouldn’t have said a word about where Bart was going.

Bart and George Pettigrew were out of this tenement, and Frank Thompson was going to practice law in California.

And meanwhile, Nate had to work sweeping floors in Bradway’s Dry Goods instead of working for a lawyer like Frank Thompson had been.

Mary Beth walked into the room and smirked at him. “You’ve got a puss on.” She was always taunting him.

“Get lost.”

“Don’t be like that, Natey.”

“Oh for Pete’s sake, don’t call me that!” He turned his scowl on her.

“Language, little brother.”

He could feel the heat in his cheeks, and he growled.

“What’s bothering you?” she asked.

“Ma got a letter from Bart.”