Chapter 11

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Bobo says behind the vehicle’s steering wheel, “How long do we give Mom?”

“Three minutes. Not a second more,” Willa answers, sitting beside her husband in the front passenger seat.

Jonah and Sandy sit in the second row of seats. There’s enough room for Pam. If Bill decides to come, Jonah will have to slump over and sit on Sandy’s lap, cramped. No problem. This will give Bill and Pam plenty of room for the ride to The Flying Peking Duck for dinner.

Squeezed inside the rear compartment of the 4Runner, eating his kneecaps, Jake laughs, obviously high. “I’m going to light one back here, kids. Get ready for your fucking buzzes, bees.”

“No!” Willa and Jonah yell in unison at their brother, filling the vehicle.

Jake continues to chuckle.

Once quiet returns among the passengers, Bobo leans into his wife, thinks he’s whispering, even though everyone can clearly hear him, and says, “I’m getting hard between my legs. My dick is touching the base of the steering wheel.”