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Vigil
A preseason Jets game, and Michelle treated it like the Super Bowl. Dillon hadn’t been lying when he’d listed the foods she always made. The nachos? To f*****g die for. The chili? Spicy as f**k and so damn good I ate two bowls piled with cheddar, fresh tomatoes, and sour cream. She even pulled out wings and some sort of gooey cheese dip for the second game and kept our glasses filled with tonic and ice.
And the chocolate chip cookies … yeah. Hanging with Dillon and his mom was going to fluff up my middle if I didn’t watch it. I felt like a goddamn king on a throne even if the widow’s old couch lay threadbare beneath my a*s.
I thought back to Sundays spent with Ricky watching football. f**k, did I miss our closeness. At least he’d been around the club the rest of the week, expla
