Chapter 45

Tommy

"Did you wipe the chairs too?" Rose narrowed her eyes at Tommy.

"No, I'm still sore from being shot." He loved Rose like a grandmother, but she could be hell when it was time to clean. Already, his stomach pitched. He wanted to lay down and pop a handful of pain pills. Then again, even when Rose had the flu, she still worked and cooked.

"That's not my fault. You don't have no bullet in your leg no more and if you didn't want to clean the table and chairs, then you should've helped with the dishes earlier." She shook her finger at him. "Don't think I don't know your tricks."

"Don't I get a break after a snake bite and a bullet?" He glanced around. Where was Ruby and why wasn't she here helping out?