"I don't bitch about anything, young Sinclair. I talk, and if people can't handle that, then that is on them." He shrugged. "How are you doing though? How are your mother and your sister?"
"Well, I feel like you already know the answer to your questions, Mr. Bass." She looked at him. "I...I can't complain, if I'm being truly honest, my mom is...probably fucking drunk, and Jackie is doing great, or so she tells me."




























