Chapter 91

“I like your hair,” she admitted. “You look like Willie Nelson.”

“You mean I look like some old pothead from Texas?”

“Is there something wrong with old potheads from Texas?”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself, pumpkin. I think you and me are going to be friends.”

“It’s you and I. Don’t you know anything about grammar? And you’re a writer? Please!”

“You tell ‘em!”

“Mr. Wiley?”

“Yeah?”

“Is Mr. Jack all right? He seems kind of quiet.”

“He’s okay,” I said. “He’s still upset about his dad, and he will be for a while. He’s not very good at sharing his emotions with other people. He sort of keeps everything to himself. But he’s okay. Why don’t you ask him yourself?”

“He won’t get mad at me?”

“Why would he get mad? You’re his daughter now. He’d be happy to know you were worried about him.”

“I’m not worried. I’m just…I don’t know. Is he going to feel better soon?”

“It takes a while.”