“I don’t have kids,” Toomie said, “my wife or me. Never bothered to find out why we couldn’t…It didn’t matter.” He shrugged. “But if we’d had ’em, they’d probably be like you. Your age, maybe a little older.” He waved toward the window. “And this is the world we would’ve given them. We would have loved them to pieces, but we still would have given them Hell.”
