burst out laughing, too. “That’s more like it, kid,” he said. “You have to learn to roll with the punches and not take life so seriously.”
“It feels pretty serious to me lately,” she replied. “I feel like I’ve hit a wall tonight.”
“You should push your mother into one,” he told her. “Or better yet, tell her what a lousy mother she’s been.”
“She doesn’t listen when she’s drunk, and she’s mostly away from home when she’s sober.” She pursed her lips. “I work for veterinarians. I’ve been professionally taught to let sleeping dogs lie.”
He smiled. “Have you, now?”
“Where are you taking me?” she asked when he took a state highway instead of the Jacobsville road. “I thought we were going to a movie.”
“I’m not in the mood for a movie. I thought we might go to San Antonio for shrimp,” he replied. “I’m in the mood for some. What do you think?”
“We’ll be very late getting back,” she reminded him worriedly.
“What the hell,” he scoffed. “You can tell your mother you’re sleeping with me now instead of Bentley and she can mind her own business about when you come home.”
Her eyes almost popped.
He saw that and grinned. “Which brings to mind a matter I need a little help with. I think,” he added, “that you and I can be the solution for each others’ problems. If you’re game.”
All the way to San Antonio, she wondered what he meant, and how she would fit into his “solution.”
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