Lloyd laid a hand on my shoulder.
“Don’t worry about Emil. Okay, Frank? You just get yourself back together.” With a reassuring pat, he let me go and walked out onto the porch, where Emil waited for him.
I could hear Emil’s staccato voice complaining, probably about me, as they walked to the sheriff’s van. Idly, I wondered how long it would take Emil to wish he was back in jail after he got to his room at the motel. From what I’d heard about the place, it was little better than a pigsty and about as loud as a hen house when a wolf attacked. My guess was that Emil would blame me for his having to stay there overnight, just as he blamed me for everything else that seemed to have gone wrong in his life. 10
The next day at work started like a whirlwind and didn’t seem to want to back off until noon.
First, self-appointed town mayor Bernie Phillips turned up in the store, huffing and puffing with regal importance and purpose.