Bobby’s heartbeat throbbed through his now-swelling lip.
“Why’d he punch you, Robert?”
Speeding away, Bobby wrapped his arm around Sherry and nodded to his father in the backseat, face-glued to his phone.
“Watch your show, Pop.”
Sherry took her last bite, “Bob, you’re bleeding.”
A thin red bead grinned back from between his front teeth. Sher chucked the core.
“HA! I know this guy.”
“Don’t do that, Sher.”
“It’s composting.”
“It’s Littering. Which guy, Pop?”
“The painter! He was in that Tom Waits movie.”
Bobby slowed to U-turn.
Sherry wriggled his arm out.
“Let’s go make this right, Pop.”
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Frank D'Andrea
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