I looked at her. We are much more practical creatures than men, as a general rule. Calm enough not to fight the stupid blanket. Blood gushed into my mouth, hot, scalding, because the deer's blood ran hotter than mine.
To someone who hadn't seen him in half a year, the changes must have been even more impressive. Steve Brown spoke over her sobs, as if he'd heard them before. I went through a lot of hose in my line of work. What I wanted to say was, I wasn't his mother confessor, but I didn't, because I didn't know who else to send him to for this talk.
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