Chapter Nine––––––––
On the bus, palms high-fived Trunk, patted his back, or slapped his butt as he made it up the aisle. Bull had saved him a seat. He slept on the plane ride and awoke, groggy, in the airport in New York City.
Trunk texted Carla he’d be home real late. Then, he was out again as the long vehicle rolled out of Kennedy Airport, heading for Monroe.
The men were dropped at the stadium. Some had wives waiting in idling cars, others jumped into their own and drove home. Trunk blasted the heat as he pulled out of the lot. The drive was quiet. The streets were empty at one-thirty in the morning. As he turned the corner, he spied lights lit on either side of the front door of The Beast. It warmed his heart. Carla had left them on for him. No one had ever done that before.
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