“Yes, I understand you believe the delay isn’t your fault, Doug. But Mother Nature’s hissy fit and your warehouse getting flooded in the last storm wasn’t my doing. If the supplies had been delivered by the date on the contract, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. For the third time.” ...
Luke likened straightening the narrow tie down the front of his khaki uniform to doing a little jig on his father’s grave. All that was missing was a half-drunk bottle of whiskey and the snap of a leather strap. Cash let out a huge Monday-morning sigh from the blanket bed ...
Sheila slid into the corner booth across from Nathan in Cubby’s. “Where’s Dad?” She glanced around the 1960s-inspired eatery replete with neon posters of Janis Joplin and Jimi Hendrix plastered to the wall while The Who blared from the speakers over the bar. “Excellent que...