“I can’t believe it! That son of a bitch!” A vase with a flower painted along its side flew by Joe’s head. He didn’t move outside of watching it go. He wasn’t the focus of his sister’s ire, so he intended to let her burn it off.
“Why didn’t anyone tell me?” She turned on him with her hands splayed to her sides and her eyes wide.
Joe let out a slow breath and shrugged. “We did. You said, and I quote, ‘Hank wouldn’t do that. He’s not after my money’.”
“Where is he now?”
That time, he ducked.