“Good-bye.” Jessey cut the call short before her mother could bring up another sore subject.
Charley was staring at her when she turned around, a puzzled expression on his face. Problems at home?
"I'd rather not dwell on the subject." Just being in this sad excuse for a bar with this man has made the truth hit home. That woman was right to worry about her daughter. Charley would be yet another example of Jessey's poor taste in men. Wait your turn.
To which the respondent confidently replied, "Sure thing." The next time he took a turn and it came at the wrong angle, he just grinned. "Enjoy yourself with that attempt."
Truth be told, that wasn't a breeze. Jessey had been doing banking despite being hemmed in by stripes on three sides. She bent over, but stopped when she realized Charley
