Chapter 27

As for any interaction with Titus, I had no qualms dealing with him. I’d said my piece, and he’d played his hand. I knew who and what he really was, now, and I could move on. I simply treated him the way I did all the others, though I noticed that they weren’t messing with me as much as before. Not sure why, but no skin off my back.

Fourth of July weekend, I worked in the kitchen on Saturday at Meals on Wheels since they were short-handed. Then I did deliveries on Sunday. Monday, my staff and I had decided to go to the city fireworks show. We met at McCalls, a bar on the edge of downtown near the stadium where the display would be held.