“Back to what I was asking—how long has it been since you had a drink?” My heart stalled. “What?” “You heard me.” “That’s one hell of an assumption to make about somebody. Didn’t your mama teach you some manners?” She shrugged. “My mama taught me lots of things. Mainly: ask for the money up front, never share your dope with anybody and, my favorite—never let the police inside the trailer without a warrant.” “Damn blondie,” I muttered, “and here I thought my childhood was bad.”
