The two went quiet, Mason in his chair, Parker looking down at him.
“So, uh,” Mason said to break the silence. “You said you lost your job. I assume you found another, what with the nice suit.”
“This,” Parker said, brushing at his pants, “was one of the things I managed to salvage from the house before Sue sent everything to Goodwill.” He sighed. “Her kicking me out of the house and me losing my job was just the start. I soon realized the word had gone out and no law firm in the Pacific north-west would hire me. It’s true what they say about hell having no fury like a woman scorned. Sue and her bitch of a mother have taken that to a whole new level.”
“I’m sorry.” Mason really was, he wasn’t just saying it.
“Thanks. So I had to settle for a post at the Public Defender’s office here in Portland. They’re so desperate for trained lawyers, they’ll take anyone.”
“Please, Parker, don’t put yourself down. I’m sure you were…are good at what you do.”