![]() I knew this because his face didn’t look happy and it didn’t look that way even though his eyes were covered by his own mirrored shades and those shades were pointed in the direction of Tabby and Shy. On this thought my eyes slid to my old man to see he was, indeed, aware of all this. ![]() It was not as if Tack wasn’t aware of all this. He racked ‘em up and nailed them down so fast, if it could be recorded as a world record, it would.Īnd he was a brother. Not only because Tabby was seventeen and Shy, at twenty-two, was out of her league for at least another year but also because Shy was Shy. And it helped Tab’s Dad was a badass and he more than slightly scared the crap out of Tabby’s boyfriends.īut this wasn’t good. She dated boys of an appropriate age who only slightly scared the crap out of me seeing as they were all good-looking and players-in-training but were also totally into her. ![]() Mostly, she was Tabby, sweet, cute, smart, charming. Tack knew it and busted her chops but he didn’t go overboard. And this didn’t mean Tack didn’t lose his mind when she did and she didn’t get a lecture. ![]() This didn’t mean she didn’t come home drunk once, as in drunk and puking all over the entryway. She was also looking at Shy and the way she was looking was like her entire world just came to an end. ![]() Thus I didn’t know what trouble was “a-brewin’” until I started to look away and my eyes caught on Tabby. Not a surprise and also not a rarity, not by a long shot. ![]()
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