“She did her best to play us,” Trenton replied. “Instead of being content with what she had, what I gave her, she wanted it all.”
“Just like a woman,” Shorty said, and then laughed. “This is coming from a guy who hasn’t had a woman in his life since who knows when.” He stood, stretched, and said, “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m beat so I’m going to bed.”
“Probably a good idea for all of us,” Trenton agreed as he got up. “I’ll call you tomorrow, Mick, or later today I guess.”
Mick stood as well, going to his brother to give him a hug. “I’m sorry. I wish things had turned out differently and that she was who you thought she was.”
“But they didn’t,” Trenton replied. “I’ll survive.” He hesitated before adding, “I think I said it earlier. If not, I’m glad we’re brothers and I know Dad made the right choices.” He smiled ruefully. “As much as I hate admitting it, he did.”