3.
"Jack has a ride," Evelyn announced, "he's going to a friend's. Looks like it's just you and me," She paused after seeing Bobby's grimace, "don't tell me you've made plans,"

"Jer wanted me to help him with his tux...just us guys,"

"Angel going?"

"Supposedly. You know how hard it is to get him to go anywhere,"

"Looks who's talking?" Evelyn mumbled under her breath as she began to pour Bobby a cup of coffee.

"Huh?"

"Oh nothing. You talk to Jack this morning?"

"Was I supposed to?"

Evelyn cocked her head to the side and shrugged some. She didn't know how much she wanted to talk to Bobby. How much she wanted to reveal about what had been going on since he had left. There was a lot to talk about. A lot Bobby would never guess. A part of her always felt like she was betraying Jack on some part when she would tell Bobby things. Especially the serious things. The things Bobby felt it necessary to discuss with Jack. "He's getting high,"

"With what?"

"I found the weed but...I just don't want him to get into anything more serious. What if he's shooting up or something?"

"Jack?" Bobby scoffed, "I doubt it. Too much of a little sweetheart to get that serious,"

"Bobby!" Evelyn's voice was firm now, "this is serious. And he's been hanging out at some "friends" house. I asked him if I could meet this friend and he pushes it off every single time. Like there's this big secret he's hiding. Like he's hanging out with Charles Manson or something,"

"Well you were the one that always said how he needs someone that doesn't know what's happened to him. He just wants a friend to himself. Probably sick of being the Mercer kid. Relax ok?"

"Ma...Bobby," Jerry called out before finding the two of them in the kitchen.

"Hey ma,"

"Hi Jerry. You want some coffee?"

"Naw I'm just here for Bobby so we can go look for my tux,"

"Alright. Good luck guys. I guess I can over to Camilles?"

"Yeah. She was just cleaning up when I left,"

"Alright," she drew it out lazily, "just make sure you keep your phone on in case Jack calls ok?"

"What I want to know is when you're going to get a phone,"

"Don't be cute Bobby,"

"Me? Cute? Nah..."

Bobby grabbed a bottle of ketchup from the nearby table and pulled his top bun off. "Want some?" he offered when he saw that Jerry had been watching him v e r y closely.

"Nah. You really think that this is a mistake?"

"Doesn't matter what I think,"

"I'm asking you,"

"I already told you how I felt about it and you told me how you feel,"

"I just don't get it Bobby. You've always liked Camille. You've stuck up for her. You've treated her good. You definitely don't chastize her like you do with Sofi. So why did you raise all kinds of hell when I told you about the marriage?"

"Because Jer. If she's your one then why get married? Why not just ride it out. It's like you're in some kind of rush now,"

"She's pregnant."

Bobby looked up from his food slowly.

"That's why you're getting married?"

"Is there a better reason?"

"You already have a baby. So what's the rush?"

"I'm not like you Bobby. Ok? I want to have a family. I want someone to rest my head. I want someone to remember me when I move on from here,"

"And? I've impacted people. People are going to miss me,"

"But they'll move on the next day or the day after that. There's no doubt in my mind that if something were to happen to me she wouldn't even look at another man--"

"Why are we talking about this Jerry? I don't want to argue. Congrats on having a kid. I'm looking forward to having another niece or nephew. You don't...know what she's having right?"

"No. Too early,"

Bobby nodded, taking a look out of the large window of the fast-food joint.

"Bobby?"

"Yeah?"

"You know your opinion means a lot to me?" Jerry added, his voice a little quieted.

"Why? I'm a fuck up. Don't look up to me kid,"

"Because. You still call me kid even though I'm thirty-fucking years old. Besides, you're still my older brother,"

Bobby and Jerry shared a short bout of laughter.

"Well thanks. Maybe you should go ahead and tell Jackie-boy that,"

"Did he wanna come too? I forgot to invite him,"

"He's doing his own shit. I need a drink. They serve beer here?"

"Bobby it's a fast food restaurant,"

"Yeah but I need a drink,"

"We'll get one after we get Angel and my tux,"

"Come on man. Let's not forget that I'm your best man. I will put my life on the line to get this tux,"

"Yeah. Don't be disappointed if I don't exactly trust that,"

"Of course. But how could I do you wrong when I'm your best man?" Bobby scooted out of the booth, raising an eyebrow when Jerry remained sitting.

"Ma didn't tell you that Jackie is my best man?"

"No shit huh?"

"It would've been you but...it's been five years man. Couldn't exactly count on you to show up. Plus I want to make Jack apart of it. Let him know that he's still loved,"

"Yeah, yeah. Of course. By the way, you notice anything different about him?"