Chapter 20: Real Food and CandlesJason paced the spare bedroom. He didn’t want to spend the night there, alone. Biscuit followed his every move, from where he’d taken up residence on the bed. So far, this had been the best Easter Jason could remember—laughing children, Easter eggs, and no one had been drunk.
Nausea washed over him as he thought of his mother. The alcohol stench followed her like a cloud of perfume. Sometimes he thought working in a bar was his way to punish himself for not being the son she’d wanted. The smell was a constant reminder, a way for him not to forget. For a few short hours today, he’d forgotten.
He should go back home; he should leave as soon as he’d eaten. Tom was in the kitchen preparing their food—their date. Jason’s heart did that funny thing again. He re
