Chapter 148
God, he hadn’t been in the master bedroom since a few days after Dad had died. Once to change the sheets—Dad had passed on in bed, and Scooter hadn’t known anything about it until he’d tried to wake him—and once to get Dad’s best suit from the closet for the funeral. It hadn’t fit; the funeral director’d had to split it up the back and whip stitch a couple inches in the trousers so people wouldn’t see.
Jason had done the windows the next time a big storm had rolled through without saying a word—reading Scooter’s mind the way he so often did. And Scooter had just…left it.