“I bet he was referring to Levi,” I said. “Remember how he was against Levi getting the job?” “He’s a jackass,” Gabe said mildly, not as upset about the remark as I was. I poured maple syrup on my oatmeal. “I wonder who he was talking to.” Gabe sipped his coffee, his expression mild. “Who cares?” “I thought you’d be more upset. When you add that to the letters Levi received—” “What letters?” “Levi received some threatening letters. Do you think Milt might be behind them?” He was still calm, surprising me again. “Sweetheart, I’ve listened to idiots like Milt Piebald my whole life. I’m sure Levi has too. You can’t let people like him pitch a tent in your head. The only thing it does is keep you from doing what you have to do to succeed. Levi made it to where he is today because there’s no one better qualified and he worked his butt off. Milt can’t do a thing about that so he’s just shooting off his mouth to make himself feel more powerful than he actually is.”
