“Sit down,” Bill said, looking up to Shelly with a hard expression in his eyes.
“She’s right, Billy,” Mama said. “There’s a time and a place for everything, and this is not the time or the place.”
“You’re the one who called me with your panties in a wad about them skinny-dipping, Mama,” Bill pointed out, glaring at her.
Shelly sat.
“We have company,” Mama said. “Please, Mr. Ledbetter, sit down. We’re not always like this. We get a little spirited sometimes.”
Jackson sat down rather reluctantly, looked at me, and grimaced.
There was a long silence as we resumed eating.
Bill was still very angry, though, and it wasn’t long before he put his fork down and gave me a cold, hard stare.
“You want to know the truth?” he asked quietly.
When we started talking about “the truth,” the shit was about to splatter.
“I’m about a cunt hair away from hiring a lawyer and having you declared an unfit parent,” Bill said.