Not because a man like Lawrence Dimick needs his two hands among other things but because had he come back wounded Freddy Newendyke himself would finish the job. Well no, that's temper talking. He just holds his old man to their word; no one does anything fucking stupid to make all this worth nothing.
"Uh huh." He sips his soda. It's his first after a couple beers, evident as empty bottles on a table. "What do you mean again," Freddy asks.
The kid's not confused. He knows a judgment when he hears it.
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Not because a man like Lawrence Dimick needs his two hands among other things but because had he come back wounded Freddy Newendyke himself would finish the job. Well no, that's temper talking. He just holds his old man to their word; no one does anything fucking stupid to make all this worth nothing.
"Uh huh." He sips his soda. It's his first after a couple beers, evident as empty bottles on a table. "What do you mean again," Freddy asks.
The kid's not confused. He knows a judgment when he hears it.