“Isn’t it your wife’s birthday today?” He froze, and then he looked up so slowly, straight at the wall ahead, that I knew the answer. “Today is the sixth?” he whispered. I glanced at Rip, and even he was looking at Miguel curiously. “Yes.” Miguel cursed long and low in Spanish before glancing at me with a horrified and panicked expression. “I wondered why she was giving me a dirty look this morning.” He muttered almost thoughtfully, his eyes wide. “She’s gonna kill me. I thought her birthday was tomorrow.” “She’s not going to kill you,” I tried to assure him, not fully believing the words
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This is so funny to me
