Chapter 4

“Your sister is screaming, I mean, calling, for you.” Monty shook his head in disgust, still thinking I had fathered her child.

This wasn’t very funny anymore. The coffee was upsetting my stomach, I’d almost had a chance to get laid, and my sister had ruined my car’s new upholstery. I had to dig down deep to do what I thought was right, which was to gown up and go in to hold her hand and be verbally abused, although if I had to, I might admit that hearing her curse and scream in pain was rather—well, no, it wasn’t pleasant, which surprised me. It was horrible, and I wanted it to stop.

I turned to Monty and snarled, “Do something for her pain, you peasant!”