"You barked," Bagpipes muttered as he drifted in, wiping his sweaty brow with the back of his hand—clearly, he’d been helping Forrest with Hal.
"Jonesy's sidepiece."
"What about her?"
"She got pregnant, didn't she?"
"Yup. Gave birth two months ago. A boy."
I smiled.
Bagpipes blanched.
I didn't see that though.
I was too busy thinking three steps ahead.