I drove home after grabbing a burger.
Taz was the good student. Not me. And I was okay with that. Totally and completely okay with that. I was not the type of teenager to worry about SAT scores, college applications, or scholarships. I’d be happy if I graduated, and I knew I wasn’t the only Monroe to go that route.
It was early afternoon, but I knew my brother would be at his bar.
He and my cousin had renamed it Tuesday t**s a year ago. It wasn’t a strip club, but they certainly got the customers hoping for one. I overheard my brother’s girlfriend talking about his branding, and though I didn’t pay attention to that stuff, I did know the bar was doing well. Channing had bought it from our dad, and then Scratch bought in. These days Scratch did more of the day-to-day running of it, but m
