“I think he likes you a lot,” she says. “Yeah.” I think he does, too. “He’s a dumbass. If you don’t want him, you gotta be straightforward with him. He’s got a thick head.” There’s a blown-open feeling in my chest. In essence, Cash Wall just fought the whole town for me. Or all takers, at least. And if I’m honest with myself—really, really honest—I didn’t smash Toby in the face because he insulted me. I was mad because he called Cash Wall a pig. He might be, but he’s my pig, dammit.
