“Tell Wally yes,” Ryan said, a certain finality in his voice. “He thinks he can fuck with us. He can’t, and we gotta show him.”
Ted groaned, but there was something charming about the way Ryan had an us-versus-them attitude about the whole affair.
Might as well let him have his way. Happy wife, happy life, or what the hell ever.
But no bouncy castle.
* * * *
The mystery of his tearful breakdown last week stuck with Ted, though he tried to repress it. Nothing, not work, not whiskey, not a few bouts at open fencing at the rec center could chase it from his mind.