Friday, April 13th

Hailey woke him the next morning, her arms crossed and her forehead puckered. "Where have you been?" The anger faded as she took in the giant purple bruises on his naked chest. "My God, Pat. What happened?"

"There was - a fight," he muttered thickly. "You know Mikey."

"Yeah, I used to. I guess he hasn't changed." She perched on the edge of the bed and traced the swollen purple marks on his arms. "Did Mikey do this?"

"No. Some big guy Mikey pissed ...