Chapter 97

"What are you up to tonight, son?"

From a blue paisley chair in his mom's living room, Jason glanced at Lou sitting next to Mama on the navy couch, their hands clasped. Jason was still acclimating to their PDAs, but he was glad they were happy.

Two outta three ain't bad.

"Parker's coming over to watch the Mariner's game. We'll probably have a few beers and yell at the TV."

"Not heading to Shooters? It's Saturday night. Isn't that what you normally do?"

Normally? Yes. But nothing was normal. Hadn't been for a week.

"I don't feel like people-ing."

Lou's mustache twitched. "You haven't felt like doing a whole hell of a lot lately."