âMhhmm.â Landon muffled as he was listening to the other and taking another gulp of orange juice from the carton. Once he put his arm down and swallowed he cleared his throat. âWhy donât you tell the son of a bitch that they suck?âÂ
âI like my job, Iâm good at my job, I shouldnât have to give that up because he canât keep his thoughts to himself. I think I can handle putting up with him until he croaks.â Mich said exasperated with the frustration still stuck on her town. âItâs about to happen any day now.âÂ














