“Bobo’s eye is swollen, but I think he’s going to live,” Willa says at the kitchen counter near the sink. She opens one of the bottles of wine. Next to the bottle are three wine glasses. “He’s upstairs, resting.” She fills the three glasses and passes one to Jonah, one to Sandy, and the last one is hers.
Jake, although present, decides not to have a glass of wine.
Pam drinks another Bloody Mary, number four, quite tipsy. She sits at the table and says, “Bobo’s a big guy. He can handle a small snowball. I don’t feel bad about almost blinding him. Sometimes a man has to man it up.”
“Mother. Be nice.” Willa rolls her eyes, sitting across the table from Pam.
Jake laughs. He tugs Sandy’s right elbow and says, “Follow me downstairs, dude. There’s something I want to show you.”
Jonah leans i
