Page 117 of Grumpy Sunshine

And all of those chips had been eaten on my own, because I was the only weirdo, according to Silver, that didn’t like the seasoning on the tortilla chips that came from Cancun Dave’s.

Cancun Dave’s was my newest obsession.

In the last week of being out of the hospital, I’d spent every single second of it on Chevy’s floating boathouse.

My sister and dad came by often, but mostly it was just Chevy and me.

He’d taken a week and a half off to help me heal, and I’d appreciated every second.

And, because Chevy was a good man, he hadn’t balked at my obsession with the Mexican food place around the corner that was slowly becoming ingrained in my heart.

They had the best queso.

Their hot sauce was fire.

And their sour cream enchiladas were divine.

“Apollo got back to me today,” Silver said out of the blue.

I glanced at her and murmured carefully, “What about?”

My sister and Apollo had formed a friendship over the last few weeks since we’d eaten at Whataburger the day that his son had died.

I think Apollo was happy for a distraction, and my sister loved making people smile.

Together, they formed a really unlikely pair.

Though, I didn’t sense any romantic vibes off of them.

Not that Apollo wasn’t still grieving and probably wasn’t thinking about that at all.

He’d lost his son.

He wasn’t all right.

“He got our credit fixed,” she chirped.“Now I don’t show that I took out a half a million in loans.”

My brows raised in surprise.

I’d expected to live with bad credit for the rest of my life.

“Your mother is a piece of work.”Cakes stabbed a chip so hard into his salsa that it broke into tiny pieces.“I wish I’d known.”

I gave him a bump with my foot, which was extended out between us.“You’re here now.”

“Too little and late,” he grumbled.“Missed your first steps.Your birth.Your first date.The only good thing I can say is that she’s going to be inside for a long time, which is where she fucking deserves to be.”

“I saw that she refused to post bail for herself,” Silver interrupted.“Which, if you ask me, is a great thing.”

Chevy came back into the living room, closing the door to the deck quietly behind him, and walked over to me.

He picked up the remote that was sitting on the arm of the couch and aimed it at the TV, changing the ball game that we’d been watching, and switching to the five o’clock news.

Channel 6 was turned up, and we all watched in silence as a news anchor reported on the newly deceased Congressman Arriel Jimenez.

“…was found dead in his limousine last week.The heated temperatures of the parking garage were too much for the congressman and his bodyguard to survive.Both perished.When police asked the limousine driver what had caused him to leave the two there under the building, he said that he was asked to give them some privacy as they discussed One Way, the newest veteran outreach program where you can stay for extended periods of time to acclimate back into civilian life.When the driver of the limo went to take a smoke break outside the parking garage, he was jumped by two gang members.Bystanders found the limousine driver outside the parking garage doors and he was transported to a hospital for minor injuries.”She took a breath, and the cameras switched to a different view.The parking garage where the limousine had been parked popped up on the feed, and the anchor continued to talk.“The congressman and his bodyguard were found by construction crews Monday morning.The two men had perished long before they were found due to the extreme heat of the parking garage.It is also suspected that they were carrying on a clandestine relationship with each other.As for now, we have more questions than answers, but you can rest assured that Channel 6 investigative reporters won’t stop until we have answers.”

“Good riddance,” Silver grumbled.

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