Chapter 35

Bobby nosed around. What did he mean by a bit upset?

“A bit upset is an understatement. I must have hauled out eight empty bottles of whiskey, Keith Anderson, and I don’t even know if I found them all. You better not be starting to drink. I won’t put up with that.” Marla said under her breath.

Eight bottles of whiskey is not a bit upset. It’s major, crawling the walls upset. That’s screw up your liver forever upset.

Bobby smiled for the first time since the accident. “Neither will I,” Bobby replied to Marla as he watched her go out to the kitchen. He was unhappy without me. I don’t know whether or not to rejoice. Does this mean he’ll keep me or push me further away again when he gets cold feet?