notice Farrow looking bummed at the sliding glass door. Donnelly isn’t who he wanted to see. I laugh into a grin. “Shut the fuck up,” he says into his swig of beer. “Weren’t you just sending cry-face emojis to Jack?” I’m still grinning. “Says the cry-face emoji next to me. Don’t worry, Redford, the Husband will be back. He didn’t drown in the toilet. He knows how to swim out of shit.”
