While we waited on BB and Fish to come out, a guy I didn’t know pulled up in one of those small pickup trucks. The guy looked like someone’s redneck uncle. He was even missing a tooth in the front.
“Bertha, have you seen that worthless nephew of mine?”
“He’s inside still.” Larry answered.
“Well you tell him his mother said to get his ass home.”
With that said, he spit into a small plastic cup and drove away.
“Who was that?” I asked.
“Fish’s uncle.” Bertha said.
I chuckled to myself because I’d guessed right that he was someone’s uncle.