“You have gray in your beard.”
“I’m forty-three.”
“That isn’t old.”
“I didn’t say it was.”
“You need a haircut.”
“I had one.”
“When?”
“February.”
“It’s August,” Nora said.
I looked at her. “Whose side are you on?”
“Theirs. It’s safer.”
Wolf nodded. “You’ll learn.”
“Where's Judy?” Wolf asked.
“Already at the Sheriff's Office,” Rylie answered.
Mabel reached across the table and touched my sleeve.
“This shirt has a hole.”
“It’s small.”
“It’s on your shoulder.”
“My shoulder doesn’t mind.”
“We’ll take you shopping.”
“No.”
All three women stared at me.
Trigger shook his head slowly.
I tried again.
“I appreciate the offer, but I have clothes.”
“Two bags,” June said.
“How do you know how many bags I have?”
“We saw them.”
“They were in my truck.”
Agnes waved one hand. “Details.”