Being Yours
’ Dustin sat cross-legged next to Joey and put the popcorn in front of them.
Joey looked a bit sorrowful for a moment, then he shrugged. ‘Maybe. . . maybe you call Jill and ask her how.’
‘Uh . . .’ Dustin was trying to think of how to get himself of that trap as the doorbell rang. ‘Just a second, son.’
Opening the door brought a chill in from the outdoors. The expressions on China’s and Marsh’s faces didn’t warm Dustin’s spirits too much, either.
‘Well, look what the weatherman brought us, Joey,’ he called, pointing China and Marsh into the parlor. ‘Two human popsicles.’
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