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Chapter 3
Chapter 3Sitting on Olive’s front porch, listening to the crickets chirp while he nursed an ice-cold beer, was not how Jay had anticipated ending his day. It was supposed to be a quick in and out, a thank you to Frank for driving him around the other day. Something tangible he could point at and say, “See? Now, we’re even.” Because the one thing Jay hated most in this world was debt. It didn’t matter if it was monetary or something else. He loathed that feeling of inferiority that came from knowing he owed something to someone. It was a position of weakness. He wouldn’t voluntarily give that to anybody. Olive hadn’t even really needed his help with the disposal anyway. After unpacking the supplies, she had had half the job done before Jay could even ask how he could help. He should’ve jus
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