Re: quicklog, hotel: graham & jake
[Jake knew fragments of what his mom had been. Photographs, and snatches of conversations that broke into pieces the minute he stepped into a room and he knew from the shape of his momma's face in photographs that she'd been young. Real young. He didn't think about his father the same way because his father had grown up. His father was solidly and assuredly adult in a way his momma had never been and would never be, and somehow that made more sense in the back of Jake's head than it ever would in words.
But he listened. Jake didn't know a damn thing about what Graham had done when they moved to Vegas. He remembered late nights, and being curled up asleep and the light under the door moving around some.] Why didn't you? Grandma wanted you to move back. [He'd heard that plenty, how pleased she was she got her grandson back. Jake never said a word about how all that pleased was on account of her daughter in law ending up dead.]