“But they’ll all be right,” he said, and smiled back at her. He leaned forward and swatted her lightly on the rump. “Take a shower, kid. You done good.” She blushed furiously. “I could have you disqualified.” “Bullshit. You could get yourself fired, that’s all.” “Get out. Get back in line.” She was snarling, suddenly near tears. He felt something almost like compassion and choked it back. “You have a nice night tonight,” he said. “You go out and have a nice six-course meal with whoever you’re sleeping with this week and think about my kid dying of flu in a shitty three-room Development
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