Billie Bob Jones
Before I went off to the riding pens I stopped by the house since Rob had not stopped calling me since last night. Delilah was already waiting by the porch when she saw my Jeep drive drove the gravel road.
"Don't worry Billie Bob," she held her hands up, "I kicked his ass plenty when I heard what happened."
Rob practically jumped through the door and ran to me. He threw himself on my body and with pure defeat I caught him easily. "I'm so sorry Bobby! I don't know why when I get drunk I'm so honest! If you want to kill me I'll understand, I already dug my grave out by the field so you don't have to work too hard. I'll even apologize to Benedito for you. I'll beg by his feet if I have to."
"Calm down," I sighed, "you simply told him the truth. I should have told him a long time ago."
"It doesn't excuse what I've done. I'll do anything Bobby, just say it and I'll do it," he begged as he hugged me for dear life.
