No, this was a twenty-five-pound cat—right out in the open—with killer claws, and a really bad attitude, who was determined to keep everyone around him on edge. Hayley felt bad about slipping out of the house just as Randy stepped in yet another pool of urine with his bare...
Hayley debated whether or not she should call him back. Maybe he was going to tell her he had finally decided to sue her for plowing into him with her car. It might be better if she dodged him for as long as she could, or at least until she found herself a good lawyer. On the other hand, he didn’...
When she arrived at Drinks Like A Fish, Randy was tending bar and Mona sat on her usual corner bar stool complaining about her husband and kids, sipping on a Diet Sprite and not too happy about it. There were a couple of bank tellers from the First National at a corner table nursing Cosmos and go...