Chapter 80
“Yeah, well…” Jimmy started to protest.
“You’re repeating yourself.” We stood before the door. “Get your key out and move your butt. It’s not getting any warmer out here. Adam…”
“Take as long as you need.”
“Okay, thanks.”
Jimmy kept fumbling for the lock, and I wound up taking the key from him and opening the door.
“I can’t understand why I’m so tired.” He took off his jacket and tried to hang it in the coat closet. It fell to the floor, and I picked it up and put it on a hanger.
“How’s your head?”
“It’s fine. Why?”
“Well, you were complaining about a headache before.”
“I was? Oh, yeah, I was. Well, it’s fine now.” He rubbed the back of his head. “I think.”
“Do we need to get you to the ER?”
“For what?”
“Concussion?”
“No thanks, I already have one.” But he grinned to show he was kidding.
“Jimmy, don’t bust my chops.”
“I’m sorry. Listen, you go on home. I’m going to bed.”