A Quiet Dinner
We were almost to I-45 when Ribs said, “Why don’t you come for dinner tonight? Rosalee is making fajitas.”
“You’re hurting me, Ribs, but I have dinner plans already. With Marissa.”
“Holy s**t. Say no more. I wouldn’t come to my place either. Not even if Rosalee’s mother was cooking. Not with Number Two waiting at the table. Just promise me you’ll do more than talk tonight. It drives me crazy thinking of Number Two going to waste like that.”
I laughed. “You’re so full of s**t, Ribs. Did you forget that I know you? That your macho bullshit is just that?”
“Hey, you’re talking to the Stud of the South here.”
“You can stop that bullshit too. I happen to know that the only person to ever call you that was your little cousin, and you paid him to say it.”
I dropped Ribs off t
