Chapter 8
“You must like it,” Lorraine remarked. “You’re practically glowing.”
“Glowing, hell,” his caretaker cousin Kirk chimed in. “That’s sweat, Ma. That was a damn workout! I’ve never seen anybody put it away like that.”
“You’ve eaten your share in your day,” Lorraine assured him.
“And you could beer me under the table any time,” Cassidy said.
“Can and will.” Kirk popped the top on his umpteenth can, downed half of it in one gulp, and let out a burp that cleared the table.
“Manners!” cried Lorraine as she scurried away, prompting Kirk to take another swig and belch out a long and fragrant “Excuse me.”
“We’re so proud of him,” she quipped to Elvira.
“And rightly so.”