“Like a touch of bourbon—or some coffee?”

“Coffee, please.”

So we had what I had asked for, and chewed things around a while. Since he knew something about Fay’s background, I didn’t object when he started in—but some of it hurt. Her father had been a shack-town drunk and bootlegger and a few other things. Her mother had died when she was quite young, and as soon as she could Fay had pulled out. An only child.

(cf. Rimel, Duane. Carnal Psycho.)