“I ain’t going anywhere, Jackie boy. The blizzard. You forgot? Anyone have any cigarettes? Maybe I’ll go see if Mama Ledbetter has an extra vape pen.”
Mack sauntered off, and I felt such bright hatred in my heart that I was rather stunned. I was not one to think murderous thoughts, though God knew I had good reason with some of the people in my life. But at that moment I would have gladly followed that bastard and throttled him.
I sat down on the ledge next to Tony, the strength gone out of me.
Tony looked after the departing Mack, pursed his lips.
“Wiley, I’m sorry,” Jackson said. “He’s had a lot to drink.”
“You better keep him away from me, Jack, or we’re going to go round and round and round.”17: Moving On
Tony was tired, so we went upstairs to lie down for an afternoon nap. He snuggled underneath the quilt on his bed, and we stared at the large windows, which featured a mesmerizing display of snow falling and swirling about like it never intended to stop.