“Look, Briny,” his brother said, “you’re not going to make trouble, are you? You’ll embarrass Janice.” “The grinning son of a bitch,” muttered Byron. “Come off it. She’s over twenty-one.” “He’s a married man. I’ll talk to Madeline, if you won’t. Depending on what she says, I may tell the bastard to keep his distance from her, if he doesn’t want the shit beaten out of him.” Warren sized up his brother with amusement. “He’s got the weight on you, and he looks in good shape.” “That’s just fine,” Byron said.
