Mary Mcbride - Moonglow, Texas

“Oh, that’s good. Well, I don’t mean it’s good. I meant sprained is a lot better than broken.”

“I know what you meant.”

She was fluttering around him like a gnat.

“Look out. You’re gonna make me trip over the damned crutches now.”

She stepped back, hands on hips, her chin thrust up into his face. “Are you implying that I made you fall from the roof?”

Dan hobbled past her. “You just could have been a mite quicker with that ladder, is all,” he grumbled.

He could hear her muttering all the way to the parking lot, mostly about handymen with a pretty snide emphasis on the handy.

“What are you stopping here for?” he asked when Molly pulled into a parking space on Main Street.

“I’ll just be a minute.” She reached around his crutches for her handbag in the back seat.

Dan looked out the window. This stretch of Main Street didn’t have a single store. It was mostly offices, real estate, insurance and—hello!—the telephone company.

“You need to pay your phone bill?” he asked innocently.

“Yes. That’s right. It’ll just take me a second.”

Dan watched her disappear through the door. “People in WITSEC pay their bills through the regional offices, babe. But you don’t know I know that. Who called you last night, Molly? Who?”

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