As I finished my meal, Sandy entered the room, concern etched on her face. “You all right, hon?” She knew all about what had happened with Monty weeks ago.
When she sat next to me, I said, “The guy who kissed Monty on stage? He was the one I punched out that night in the alley. I think Monty set it up so he could get what he wanted, since I wouldn’t willingly give it to him.”
“Fuck. I’m sorry, sweetheart. He’s a tool.” Sandy hugged my sweaty body and glanced at the clock. “Go get cleaned up and I’ll take back your tray. We can talk more later, if you want.”
“I appreciate the offer of a shoulder, but I’ll be fine. I’ll visit the retirement home tomorrow and read to the residents. It’ll take my mind off things.”
“You do that. Call me if you need to unload, though, okay?” She kissed my forehead and left
I changed into a blue T-shirt, wiped off the sweat and went out front to take over from Pearce.