He bared his teeth in a grin that made Bobby think of Jack in Lord of the Flies.
“Howya doin, Sport, howza boy?” Mr. Biderman always called Bobby Sport. “Lug em around back and I’ll slide em in. Women always hafta bring the farm, don’t they? Well, you know the old saying—can’t live with em, can’t shoot em outside the state of Montana.” He bared his teeth in a grin that made Bobby think of Jack in Lord of the Flies. “Want me to take one?”
