HT100 Challenge #71: Games
pre-season four
As he walked past the O'Reily's:
"Ryan, let's go play basketball."
//Dad, can you pitch me some balls?//
"Not now, Cyril, I got some business."
//Not now, Gary, I have to finish this brief.//
Plus, he'd been nursing a mother of a hangover.
//Maybe later.//
There never had been a later; work had occupied the rest of that Sunday and the next day he'd killed Kathy Rockwell.
His throat tightened at the thought of his kids growing up without him. But if he made early parole, he'd be out before it was too late. He'd make it up to them.
As he walked past the O'Reily's:
"Ryan, let's go play basketball."
//Dad, can you pitch me some balls?//
"Not now, Cyril, I got some business."
//Not now, Gary, I have to finish this brief.//
Plus, he'd been nursing a mother of a hangover.
//Maybe later.//
There never had been a later; work had occupied the rest of that Sunday and the next day he'd killed Kathy Rockwell.
His throat tightened at the thought of his kids growing up without him. But if he made early parole, he'd be out before it was too late. He'd make it up to them.