10
So that's what I've been doing. Mucking out stables. Fixing tractors. Riding around pretending to shoot coyotes. And earning just enough money to move onto the next stop along my journey.
Back in the present, I push my plate away, stuffed from arsehole to teeth.
"As usual, that was wonderful, Janice," I say.
"You sure you don't want any more?" Janice asks, clearing away the plates.
"I want, I just can't fit any more in," I say, standing out of my chair. "Here, let me wash up."
"Don't be silly," Janice says. “I told you, you’re a guest . . . Besides, haven't you and Bill got some talking to do?”
I look at Collins. He nods towards the hallway.
"Of course," I say, rubbing a hand over my swollen belly.
Collins opens the fridge and takes out two cans of beer. He hands me one and we
