Chapter 6
June 1974
Gerry’s shirt was snagged as if a ghost had reached out of the wall to grab him. He turned with a hiss and eyed Angie as though she’d made an attempt on his life.
“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” she whispered.
“I’m going,” Gerry insisted. “Tell me you wouldn’t do the same thing in my place.”
“Mom said—”
“I don’t care.” Gerry twisted Angie’s fingers off his shirt and stepped away. “I’m not a kid, Ang. They don’t get to tell me—”
“Their house, their rules.”
“My life, my rules.”
Angie crossed her arms and stared defiantly. “A piece of ass isn’t going to mean a thing in another five years. You know that even if you don’t want to admit it. You f**k up your family, and it’s going to be hard to get that back.”
He advanced on Angie so quickly that she flinche
