Chapter 35
The waiter came with the check. “I’ve got this, JT,” Tad said as he reached for his wallet. He didn’t bother asking if taking in this woman and her son was a good idea. This was what Jacksons did—help out in the community in any way they could.
“Thanks, Tom,” the pub owner said. “You’re doing a good thing for a couple of good people.”
JT patted Tim’s shoulder and picked up the Styrofoam containers. “I’ll keep you posted as to how Babe and her son work out.”
Out in the parking lot, JT and Tad both cast glances at the sky. It was darkening ominously.
“Shoot. It looks like we’re maybe gonna get that rain.” Tadder had been hoping that an atmospheric hiccup would cause the system to spin out into the Atlantic and avoid Savannah completely, but now he guessed not.