Chapter 187
Jesus
“And plane tickets, we can get bereavement…well, it’s not like we’ll need that, honestly. Just first class.” That was at least something; Andy—and by way of marriage, Scooter—were actually multi-millionaires, even if neither of them took anything like advantage of it, partly because they didn’t want too many people to know. First class tickets, though, no one in Sandbridge would even ask. Of course Scooter would have to fly down for his sister’s funeral, and if anyone even noticed they were in first class, well, last-minute flights, you took what was available.
Scooter was okay, he was fine, he was making plans.
He took a deep breath, as if to express that to Andy and shocked himself by bursting into tears.
“Oh, baby,” Andy said, and Andy’s arms were around Scooter, pulling him close, holding him tight, rocking, just a little. “Honey, I’m so, so sorry.”