little beast, but it was hopeless.â
Mike laughed. âIâve told Ma about the time Ricky got his head stuck in a bucket. You got back at him that time with your hammer.â
âRight,â Justin said, his tone ironic. âToo bad it was a plastic hammer.â
âNo wonder you moved here,â Judith remarked.
âNot soon enough,â Justin said. âIt got worse later on when Willie got his first movie deal. He needed publicity showing he wasnât just a badass rebel, and conned all of us into photo ops. Willie the family man with wife and kiddies, Willie at a family picnic, Willie grinning all over the place when Granny Weevil baked him a cherry pie. After we did our posing for him, heâd ignore us until the next time we were needed. He was a user, a taker.â Justin paused. âYouâve heard all this before. Mike mustâve talked about it.â
Judith glanced at her son. âI recall the bucket story, but not much else.â
Mike looked embarrassed. âWhen I first met Justy, you werenât home a lot. Even on weekends, you were always tired from coping withâ¦Dad.â
The reference to Dan McMonigle evoked bittersweet memories. Dan had raised Mike as his own son. Heâd done a decent job as a surrogate father, but heâd been a rotten husband. âI was an absent mother, what with holding down two jobs,â Judith acknowledged. âI also had to do what I could for Grams.â
Mike shrugged. âYou didnât have much choice.â He turned to Justin. âSpeaking of fathers, didnât your dad always side with Willie?â
âOh, yes.â Justin sounded resentful. âMy father was a few years younger than Willie. He looked up to him and envied his courage and determination. But the rest of the family, especially my mom, didnât feel that way.â
âBut,â Judith put in, âdidnât he come to see you and your mother this time?â
Justinâs expression was sour. âThat was what Pepper said when she called to say they were headed this way. There was another reason, though. A local computer company had expressed interest in developing an action game using Willie. I donât know if he got together with them.â
Judith shook her head. âIf he did, it wasnât face-to-face. Except for jumping out of windows and off roofs, he stayed close to the B&B. The only visitor was the publicist who took photos when your uncle got blown off course.â
Justin shrugged. âFamily isnât a Weevil priority. Pepper had mentioned getting together at Momâs condo at the bottom of the hill. Thatâs why I thought the B&B would be a perfect place for them to stayâespecially since Willieâs been banned from every local hotel that doesnât have cockroaches for doormen.â
âAnd?â Judith prodded.
âAndâ¦nothing.â Justin shook his head. âNot a word from Pepperâor Willieâafter I gave them your contact information two weeks ago. They never called to confirm the get-together, so Mom decided to leave town. I wouldâve, too, if I hadnât had to work.â He glanced at his watch with its plain black face and silver hands. âSpeaking of work, itâs going on ten. Iâve got an early HR meeting tomorrow.â He bent down to kiss Judithâs cheek. âI wonât let Uncle Willie and Pepper cheat you out of the money for their stay here.â
âDonât be silly,â Judith said. âYouâre like family.â
Justin stopped on the porch, his face serious. âYouâve all been family since the first time Mike asked me to come for dinner. Before Mom moved here, I was lost, a hick from the sticks.â He took a notebook out of his inside jacket pocket. âIâll make out an IOU.â Justin scribbled a few words and handed the page to Judith.
âWeâll both sign.â
Judith