Dad shrugs. “I don’t know about that, but it certainly doesn’t look good.” He licks his lips, enjoying the attention. “There sure is a whole lot of red on the map. Oh, boy . . . ” Bobby gasps, drops the cards, and hugs his knees to his chest, rocking back and forth. “Let me see, let me see, let me see . . . ” Mom casts Dad an ugly stare. “Goddammit, Robert.”
What a disgusting piece of literal trash
