Page 58 of Roll With The Punches
Once they’d said good-night to Emma and had turned in for the night, Brandon finally confessed and told them about the voice mail from Pat.
Jeff wanted to drive over there and punch the fucker. “Is there anything we can do?”
“Don’t talk about this in front of Emma, for starters. But I’ll call Ed and ask if there’s any other paperwork we need to have in place before I go out of town, in case Tracey tries some sort of bullshit.”
“I’ve got to tell you, Brandon,” Stuart said, breaking protocols, “I’m finding it hard to be civil to Tracey if I’m ever forced to be around her again. I cannot guarantee you I won’t yell at her.”
“I won’t blame you, but please try not to do it around Emma.”
“I’ll try. But I won’t promise more than that.”
Brandon kissed him. “Thank you. Hopefully she won’t be at the swim meet next week. Now I wish I hadn’t told her about that.”
“It’s a public place. If they try any bullshit, we’ll have plenty of witnesses.”
“Hell,” Jeff said, “we’ll have Grace. That girl is like a one-person wrecking team. I still can’t believe she thought to give Emma her old cell phone to film with.”
“Let’s just hope they never take one of Tilly’s supervillain training courses when they’re older,” Brandon joked.
