Symptoms of Grout

This is post 8 of Section IV. To begin at the beginning, go here. Section II begins here. Section III begins here. Section IV begins here.

Robert recognized the symptoms immediately. “Mitchell Grout,” he said. “Has to be.”
Glenn, who had been propped morosely in a corner since Frank’s arrival, snorted with disgust. “Damn hypocrite Bible thumpers. Why can’t they mind their own business?”
Everyone looked startled. “Ex-wife,” Jack explained. “Long story.”
Sheba made a sympathetic cooing noise and everyone else nodded, but Glenn said, “No, it’s not just my marriage, actually. I’d be the first to admit I don’t exactly—understand you, Jack, or all these—people—you hang around with” (here he looked distastefully at Frank). But you’re my little brother. I’ve stood up for you all my life, and if you want me to go out and deck that bastard, I will.” He detached his large frame from the wall he had been leaning against and adjusted the bow tie on his tuxedo.

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