Re: [Jack & Clem: family reunion]
She waved off his question 'bout what Michael said. "I don't recall. You're the investigative journalist. It wasn't locked any, and Shane and Penny both fussed at him public for being so nasty. Wasn't all in my head, so don't go implying it was. And I ain't talked to him in person, but I know it's him. I saw him at a bar, drinking with some man that I reckon works with him. Ain't an impostor. It's him, sure as I have eyes in my head."
He wasn't wrong that she expected him to suss things out. That's why kin existed, far as Clementine was concerned, because the whole damn world was meant to help with things she reckoned needed doing.
"I ain't got the slightest clue where he's staying. He said he was going to come see me at the B&B, where I stay, but he went off to that place with the working girls instead. Reckon that tells me a thing or two. Man comes out of that train ride trying to make amends, and then doesn't do a damn thing to follow through." She scoffed plenty, because that kind of thing, it just wasn't right.
"Anyway," she waved a hand from her spot in the doorway, like she was waving off the unpleasant odor of this real odious conversation. "You need yourself some sobriety, and you need yourself some clothes that are real nice. Maybe a haircut, and some shaving professional, and then I'll let you take me out to dinner. And I don't mean one of this damn town's plebeian little diners. I mean somewhere nice, but you have to do yourself up first. I'm sorry to say, honey, but you let yourself go real badly."