āI did the same thing, pretty much. Joined the Marines at eighteen, you know, did a few tours, saw some bad shit. Ended up down in Georgia for a bit, got married, had a kid. Ended up back here last year, after my fatherās death.ā Abraham said, not mentioning losing his wife, not wanting to get into it. But he knew, there was a good chance the other man might already know about her, since word got around town pretty quick about what had happened to his wife. āBrodieā¦I feel like an asshole. Iām drawing a blank, man.ā He said, rubbing the back of his head, honestly feeling bad. āBillie fuckinā loves turtles, whales and sharks. So, I think theyāll get along well.ā
Derickās normal blank expression cracked in to a soft smile,Ā āKind of the same.ā He started to tick off events on fingers,Ā āLeft at 17, Navy by 18, some tours, SEAL training, more tours. Met a girl, moved to Nevada for girl, married girl, had kid. Came back here when my mom died for her funeral and decided Lanford is better than Vegas for a kid.ā Derick shrugged.Ā āThank god,ā he sighed, he hated that name,Ā āDonāt worry. I wanted to blend in back then, mostly because of my father.ā Damn crusty old military men.Ā āGood, good. Sheās currently obsessed with the creepy deep sea fish so weāll see how that goes.ā
















