CHAPTER 21

 

“That was fucking disgusting!” Dan said.

“Sounds like that author spent some time in a loony bin,” Grandpa added.

“Yeah. That was twisted. Uh oh. I think I’m gonna be sick.” Nick tried twice to get up from the couch.

“From the book or the booze?” Grandpa asked.

“Both.” Nick finally stood. He fumbled with the book and tossed it to Dan. “Yeah, I’m definitely gonna hurl. Like father like son.” He laughed and staggered off.

The men listened to Nick make the familiar sounds of his stomach emptying into the upstairs toilet.

“Well, you gonna read that thing or just stare at it? We’ve got to finish it.”

“All right. Don’t have a stroke! I was looking where we left off.” He thumbed the pages. “Here. Santa Jack. Maybe our Jack left too soon. I wonder—”

“Just read, Dan!”