“I know you might not think so right now, but you are one lucky son-of-a-bitch, Hoss. And damned if that smile of hers don’t knock a man’s socks plum off.” He hesitated. Joe was silent until he pulled the truck door closed behind him, then he leaned on the opened window frame and looked at Tate closely. “I’ll walk you out.” Tate stood and followed him. Have to get up early tomorrow.” He pushed his seat back and stood. I told him to be home by ten.” Tate glanced at his watch. They’re supposed to be studying, but I figure they’re probably watching TV. “Speaking of Buddy, where is the squirt tonight?” Don’t look a bit like a girl.” He handed the picture back to Tate. Ain’t science wonderful?” He studied the picture. See, there’s its eyes and cheeks and that right there is a nose.” “What am I looking at here?”Ībby leaned closer to him and pointed.
Joe held it at arms’ length, then pulled it in closer. Tate pulled his wallet out and carefully extracted the image, handing it to Joe. “You got pictures? How the hell do they take pictures before it’s born?”
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