Joanna Wayne

There had been times when he'd hated his father. It was strange to come back and see him different. Left him with no place to put all the old anger.

Still, the idea of sharing a civil, meaningful conversation with his father felt about as comfortable as breaking in a new pair of boots.

“I love spring in New Orleans,” she said, directing the subject back to the weather.
“So do I. But blink twice and it will have turned into the humid heat of summer.”

He had to admit the house was impressive, though he couldn’t imagine living here. Where would a man prop up his feet, pop a top and flick on the TV to watch a Saints game?

"Ha. I kknow. Myself, I don't understand people who get off on power, but as we in the good old U.S.A. know, politics is full of them."

"You know discretion works both ways," Mack said. "If I see anything on Twitter or Facebook, your side business is toast."