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“Hey, Dad”

“I tried you last Wednesday but—”

“I didn’t have my phone on,” he said “I haven’t until recently”

“Well, then, let ”

Matt sh his hair I need a haircut, he realized No doubt one of the s he needed to do when he was done with the courtyard

“What’s going on, Dad?”

“Well, I got an interesting visitor this ”

“Not the stripper, again, she—”

“Richard Bonavie He’s back froeles, actually, but I think that’s a different story”

Matt sat down hard on the cee here, and they no longer mattered

Not like Savannah

He watched her, the sun in her hair, a smile on her face

So ed, so eet justice, but now this information left him cold Sad, even Sad that his father ho he was The kind of man who’d been lured into a scheotten burned

Matt heard the scratch and flicker of a lighter and his father took a deep breath and exhaled, smoke no doubt a cloud around his head “You won’t believe what Richard—”

“Dad” Matt sighed His father was excited, juiced up about whatever this neas, and Matt wished there was a way to tell his “I don’t want to know”

“What?”

“I don’t want to know I can’t fix this for you, Dad I can’t…I’m sorry”

“Son” His father’s voice ar there weren’tto be sorry for”