“Like you have some say in the matter,” she retorted. “You act like if you just squeeze your butt cheeks together hard enough, the poor thing will live another day.”
I frowned.
She took a drag on her vape pen.
“By the way,” I said, looking across the table at Mama, “I would like to know who sicced a Catholic priest on me at two in the frickin’ morning. Bastard’s lucky I didn’t castrate him and send him back to the rectory with his balls in a sack.”
“Don’t look at me,” Mama said.
“He marched into Tony’s room and started in on me. Don’t tell me you didn’t call him.”
“Wiley, I don’t even know where the church is here. How am I going to call someone?”
“Someone did.”
“Well, that someone wasn’t me. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, but you’re in a mood!”
“I’m just upset.”