Where’d everyone go, Bobby?
“Billy’s up the ladder.”
In the rigging again?
“He likes it up there. Says he descends from tree people.”
That’s not a thing.
“No, but it’s not worth arguing over. Phil’s been muttering about bocce courts all day, disappeared an hour ago.”
That’ll end well.
“Mickey’s in Galveston.”
“Well, you know: you asked where people were. You didn’t ask why.”
I’m asking now. Why is Mickey in Galveston?
“Half-sister’s diabetes is acting up, and he had to carry her over to the store for pie.”
I’m sure none of that is right.
“Yeah, but that’s what I was told, and I honestly don’t care enough to even question it.”