When expression returned, it was outrage. “Oh, that—” Wells couldn’t think of anything bad enough to call
Law.
“Rat bastard is the word you’re looking for,” Tom filled in for him.
Wells turned and stalked back up the dock.
A gull alighted on the boards at Tom’s feet. It cocked a beady eye up at him. Tom gestured with his beer
bottle as he commented to the bird, “You’re right. Rat bastard is two words, isn’t it.

Author: Jez Morrow