Randy just didn't get it. Scooter was an ex-con recently paroled after shooting someone. Peggy was a compulsive liar with expensive taste and sticky fingers. And Madeline, she'd never had a job and sucked him dry every paycheck. They all looked so happy with themselves. Even after he'd stumbled upon them and run out of the house in tears. Hell, they hadn't even stopped the action when he was there.
And Randy, he was a good person, right? Nine-to-five job. Taxes paid. Church services attended. It just wasn't right.
"Tough evening?" The voice floated to Randy from the shadows on his left. The speaker sounded gritty, wary.
Randy didn't answer. Any interaction meant he had to start accepting where he was - let in awareness that it was so cold his face hurt and that drops of icy rain had started to pelt his head. It was better to pretend this wasn't happening.
Randy starts to plot revenge against his wife, sister, and Scooter
RATINGS BREAKDOWN
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