Trampled Underfoot-Another Preview

    “Babe, let’s just go. Standing here is torture.”     “Meet me outside with the coffee, or don’t, it’s your choice.” She took one step away then turned back and got in his face. “Don’t ever call me that. I’m not your babe. We had one moment and it’ll never happen again.”     Greg’s voice was smug. “You say you want him back, but which version of Vic are you praying for?” he said and glanced at his brother. His condition was the same, wildly flailing about on the gurney with a blank expression