I'll call him tonight.
I had him as a first-year apprentice.
I taught him how to solder a vertical joint.
He owes me six bucks for a cocktail ten year ago.
They did him dirty.
I can't believe it.
It sounds like a witch hunt.
They think he's conceited.
In two weeks he'll be thirty-three.
Nothing good on TV tonight.
It shouldn't have come to that.
Who won the Super Bowl pot?
"The Good Brother" by Chris Offutt.