“When this man gets back, I’m going to need something to make me survive his awkward rants,” Martha said, looking back.
Sudo watched the tent. “I have a bag full of books, if you-”
“Ugh, no. Please.”
“When was the last time you touched a book?”
“At that hunting equipment store, when I carried your bag.”
“Reading the title and then throwing it back into the bag doesn’t count…”