Chapter 12
It was late when Stacy told him and he sat at the breakfast bar, wolfing down a sandwich after a hard evening at the shop. From the bar he could see the tv in the living room, playing a rerun ofMartin. When Stacy had tried to change the channel, Lamar told him to leave it the fuck alone, which said all he needed to know about his friend’s current mood. Foul. Stacy wished he’d realized that before mentioning the school program. Without looking up from the tv, Lamar asked, “Where’d you get the money for this crap in the first place?”