Chapter 8

“That, and you hope they’ll die soon, but, of course, he couldn’t be arsed to do that, could he?”

Jack was aghast, and it must have showed, for Ryan’s bottom lip started quivering and his eyes filled with tears. “I did care about him, you know. I really did!” And Ryan leapt up, tripped over the sheet, and ran into the bathroom crying. Jack was at the door talking to him when the hall door opened and both delivery men came in. So did a pizza boy. All they could see was Jack’s ass, and hear him saying,” Honey, please let me in? Don’t make me break down this door!” No one waited around for a tip.

After another ten minutes, Ryan came out smirking. “I bought a car. And kept the limo driver. Thank you, Uncle Fucking Walter.” He tossed his head, and marched over to the small desk. “Pizza! Thank you, Wally!”