He was only 18 and there was a roomful of strange men out there who didn't give a fuck about him. They didn't need anyone at the pool hall. Sounded like they thought she was nuts for even asking. Lydia hung up the phone and started back up the stairs. Get me a beer.
Cold ones are in the crisper.
Her father sounded half-snapped already. He'd probably be asleep before he finished his next can. Lydia popped the beer open and set it on her father's TV tray before heading back up the stairs. She went slowly and took a deep breath at the top before continuing on to her room. It was almost nine and she'd done nothing since getting home but flip through magazines and stare out the window.