Chapter 202

“Yeah, turns out he was a wishy-washy pushover, enslaved to his parents. Have you talked to or seen Brenda much?”

“I’ve talked to her a few times. She seems deliriously happy. She has some assistance with Junior, goes on nice dates a couple times a week, gets lots of sex. Her life seems vastly improved from what it was.”

“Good. I’m glad things are working out for her. I don’t imagine you’ve talked to her much, Gretchen?”

“Just to say Hi in passing. I think she’s trying to be friendly, to make up for how fucking nasty she was in high school, but I can’t get past that overnight.”

“We wanted to drop in and say Hi, see how you were doing, but I need to get back home,” I said. “Say hi to Martin for us.”

“I will. Say hi to Conor for us.”

“No problem.”

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When we got home, Quinn was long stroking Mom, bent over the dining room table, and Brigitte was cornholing Dad, bent over the selfsame table, facing each other, holding each other’s hands.