Chapter 21: Veal, Beer, Middle-Aged Man

A guy stepped out of the car, about six feet tall, tongue pierced, eyeliner on, hair styled like a movie star. He jabbed a finger at Salvatore Casson's nose. "I'm warning you-Miranda Thubron isn't someone a broke loser like you can chase. Stay away from her, got it?" Salvatore caught his finger and bent. The guy shrieked, dropped into a squat, face contorted. "Ow, ow, ow…" Salvatore said coolly, "Didn't your parents teach you it's rude to point at people?" The guy slapped the hood. "Let go,...