Chapter 136
“Sit with me,” Charles said, patting the side of the bed. Affectionately. Almost flirtatiously.
Eleanor fussed for a moment, then did something Andy never thought he’d see; she hitched her skirt up around her thighs and sat on the bed, taking Charles’s hand and cradling it to her cheek
“Maybe,” Andy whispered, “we should, uh, give them a moment.”
Scooter nodded. “Yeah,” he said. They didn’t get far, most of the way across the room, Andy’s hand was on the door, and then—
“Oh,” was all Eleanor said as Charles’s arm fell. His chest rose once, twice, then stopped 10
Wesley Rutledge had all the grace and charm of a rusty bulldozer. He bared his teeth in something that had only a passing resemblance to a sympathetic smile.
“End of an era, eh, kid?” he asked, waving a glass of bourbon, swishing it around. “Come in, have a drink to your old man.”