What he needed to do was to kiss Trudy’s ass, make nice and get her to take them back. But he sure to shit didn’t need to pay child support if the boys were with him. And if they went back to that bitch, he would. It was all a wash. Due to their poking around in the a.m., JB ended up reporting late for his shift. Not even a quarter hour, but that’s all it took to rile up the foreman. JB had never understood why, but there was something about him that just didn’t sit right with the guy. Blakeslee had been on him for as long as he could remember. Randy was a short, but stocky man, maybe a few years older than JB, with a shaved head and a rotten attitude.“Lemme guess, Hoover, more kiddie trouble,” he jeered. Joe Bob knew the other workers were watching and would like to have punched Randy right in his smug face. “Yeah, sorry, Randy. Won’t happen again.”“That’s what you said the last time!” the other man bellowed, his face contorted with rage and rising to an angry red shade. “I’m putting you on report, Hoover. Next lateness means suspension! Now get the fuck to work!” As Randy huffed away Morris, an older black
