“Thanks, Jerry,” Ellen said.
“No problem, Babe.” He sat near her on the edge of the bed. “Have a good day. Stan’s gonna give you a ride to work. I’ll pick you up when you get done. We don’t want you by yourself, not with Rabid Rod around.”
“Did he show up last night?”
“Nope. The guys found him at his favorite bar talking it up and making threats. They kept an eye. He passed out just before closing. Now hush up, Babe, and gimme a kiss. I sit here too long, ain’t neither of us gonna be on time.”
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