[No? What? Maybe now wasn't the right time for this kind of a conversation. That can be respected. All the stress. The pain that Freddy's enduring. What does that kind of talk matter, really. There is no Alabama or Bobby here. No Joe. No Eddie. No kidnapped cop.
The old man feels something like that feather head snuggling close striving for attention from those hands.]
Baby, I love you.
[What else can he say? Now those hands want to hold him, touch him, appreciate that both of them are alive.]
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The old man feels something like that feather head snuggling close striving for attention from those hands.]
Baby, I love you.
[What else can he say? Now those hands want to hold him, touch him, appreciate that both of them are alive.]