Chapter 192

“Thanks,” Hammond said. “I’ve had a key here for just about ever. Mace is responsible for some of the neater stitches I’ve had this last decade or so. And she’s cheaper than the doc in a box. I’m gonna miss her.” She ruffled Billie’s hair. “I brought some apples for the spuds, do you want to give them a snack while I talk shop with your uncles, huh?”

Billie took the apple slices that Hammond offered her, but she pouted and sniffed. “You’re gonna talk about me, aren’t you?” she accused.

Andy tried not to grin.

“And your mom some,” Hammond said. “You don’t want to hear about that, baby girl. Not till you’re much older.”

“Fine,” Billie sniffed, and shuffled out of the room.

They waited a few seconds, and then Hammond said, “I ain’t kidding, Billie, go on!”

Billie’s huff of exasperation from behind the door was easily audible, as were her stomping feet.