“Yeah, I know. How could someone do that to a family member? It cut me doubly deep since I don’t really have anybody. Since Manny and I were sleeping in the master bedroom, I thought Charlie could move into the spare. Manny threw a fit. He moved into the spare out of spite.”
I shook my head. Instead of leaving, the bad memories were flooding in.
“Charlie was so grateful when I offered him the living room couch, even though it was just barely big enough to fit him. Manny and I argued whenever Charlie was out and about. Then I finally had enough and threw Manny out.”
I snorted.
“Yeah, he came back. Had his mother beg me to take him back. Heard my story about Charlie and reprimanded her son for his callus attitude. He whined. I threw him out again. He called for a while, but finally found some blond from Pacific Heights, who kept him as a token from the barrio to show how PC he was.”
Rick was gaping at me.
“Hey, you asked.”
He closed his mouth but still looked stunned.