“Do you really not want to go?” “I really, really don’t.” After glancing at Wallis, he let out a long breath. “Give it to me, bro.” “Now, Daddy?” Wallis asked; his little eyebrows hiked. “Give you what?” Tuesday asked with curiosity. Biggie ignored her looking at Wallis. “Mommy wants to stay here, and we want to make sure she’s comfortable, remember?” Wallis rolled
