“Hey, Jon,” Leslie looked over to the young man as he anxiously danced on his heel. “Nathan’s uncle -- how come he lives with him?”
Jon’s face twisted up in confusion at Leslie’s question. “Oh --” Had she not been told? “I don’t know if I should tell you if he hasn’t --” the man flinched when Mort slammed his hand on the wheel. “W-what?!” They looked back at the man.
“Don’t be dumb, the whole town knows.” Mortimer glared back at them. “Maybe not Leslie because that day she was at the hospital with her mom.” The dark haired man pulled his hand over his mouth. “Remember you came to my place an’ I was just real nervous, didn’t wanna go out on account of the rain?”