I nodded again even as I felt the knife twist.
“That means, while he’s inside, you can work to make that permanent.”
Yet again, I nodded.
“I’ll text you names and numbers of lawyers who can help you out with that. You might as well start now.”
“Thanks,” I whispered, wondering where I’d find the money to pay a lawyer.
He stared at me. Then he turned his head and looked at the wall that separated the break room from the showroom. Then he looked back at me.
“They doin’ okay?” he asked.
“Um…yes,” I answered. “Billie asks after him. Billy seems fine with everything.”
It was his turn to nod.
Okay, it was nice of him to come all the way out to Pierson’s to tell me this but I had to shut this down and move on. Again.
So I went about doing that.
“Um…thanks for coming all the way out here to, uh…keep me in the loop.”
I watched his jaw clench. Then he looked to the side and muttered, “Clueless.”
Oh boy. Here we go.
“Mitch –” I started to shut it down and his eyes sliced back to me.
“You workin’ this weekend?”
My head did a little shake at his confusing question. “Pardon?”
“This weekend, you workin’?” he repeated with slight amendments.
“Um…yes.”
“Both days?”
“Yes, Mitch, but –”
“Who’s lookin’ out for them while you work?”
I straightened my shoulders and admitted, “I haven’t got that far.”
He glared at me and muttered, “Right.”
I sucked in a breath through my nostrils and started, “Mitch –”
He cut me off. “Twelve to nine?”
My head tipped to the side. “Pardon?”
“Your shifts this weekend. Twelve to nine?”
“Yes, but –”
“I’ll be at your place at eleven,” he declared and I blinked.