“You didn’t. Somebody nailed you. Somebody set you up with the press. It’s a lot of bull.” “It’s bullshit,” Damon blurted. “Right, Big Daddy?” “This is Jezzie,” I said to the kids. “We work together sometimes.” The kids were getting used to Jezzie, but they were still a little shy. Jannie was trying to hide behind her brother. Damon had both hands stuffed in his back pockets, just like his dad.
