Re: hookerville: jack & destiny
[He hadn't a snowball's chance south of Hades to stay docile and pleasant. God alone knew he kept his tongue civil and his head down along the corridor of elderly ladies that was currently home - the vet having summarily failed to finish trying to scrape the parts of his very expensive drunken mistake into order. But around women who thought they knew him better than he did? Jack grinned, all teeth and companionable filth.
Another glimmer of good humor when she span out old complaint from new lips.] Journalist [He reminded comfortably as the end of her smoke lit with the sweet scent of rolled grass.] Professional hazard.