“Damn fucking straight it is.” Steve dropped his cigarette butt onto the floor and ground it out under his boot. And then he flashed a grin at Justin. “Hey, you bring those kids back here tomorrow, huh? See if they remember their old Uncle Steve.”
“Okay,” Justin said, his stomach twisting because he knew better than to say no to Steve. “I’ll see you later.”
He didn’t wait for Steve’s reply.
* * * *
Walking into Del’s house felt like walking underwater. Everything was slow and dull and muted, and Justin couldn’t break through the surface.
“Hey,” Del said, his face lighting up with a smile. “What did he say?”
Justin stared at him blankly.
“That bad, huh?” Del asked with a sympathetic look. “It’s okay. You can keep borrowing mine if you need it.”
Right. The car. Justin had forgotten about that, and now he wanted to rewind the whole day back to the point where the car had been his biggest worry.