"God damn, boy," Ennis tsked his tongue. "You're worse 'en m'girls ever was. And they wasn't never no good wi'a rope." He shook his head, watching Jack with an amused smile. His thoughts ran back to Alma Junior and Jenny, when they'd all lived above the laundromat. The little patch of grass where they had a rusty old swingset and Ennis had tried, unsuccessfully, to teach them how to wrangle each other with a rope.
he missed Junior most. Jenny had a special place in his heart, but he'd never really bonded with her like he bonded with Junior early on. Maybe if they'd only had Junior...Ennis sighed and clicked his tongue once more at Jack.