Chapter 25

“We all know that’s not going to happen. And if behave means wiping up someone’s piss and dribble, I think I’ll pass.”

Jackson laughed uncertainly.

I frowned.

Something about this fella really grated my nerves. It was Mack, of course, who had gotten Jackson involved in drugs way back when they were dating. I had done drugs myself in my younger days. Unlike Jackson, I had not developed an addiction problem.

It wasn’t just that.

Mack seemed to think he was on a movie set, his each and every remark crafted to get a laugh or a snigger as though cameras were recording every moment of his life for posterity. He was also a horrible snob, and since he was good-looking and rich, he got away with it.

You’re jealous,I thought suddenly.

Who, me, jealous? No way!

You’re jealous.

Okay. Maybe a little bit.

You’re jealous.

Yeah, so what?

“So the little dingleberry likes dinosaurs?” Mack offered, as if to make conversation.