No retreat today, and tired. Short entry:
Discovery at Little
"I say she is," Buck said, drawing himself up and looking angrily at Glenn.
"Excuse me," Dana said, her voice sounding small and girlish again. "Would you mind telling me what’s going on? What are you talking about?"
"Look at our hands, all of them. Do you notice anything?” Buck asked, smiling. Glenn snorted. Willie nodded.
“You all work hard with your hands.”
“We’re fisherman. It is hard work. Anything else?” Buck asked. Glenn snorted again.
Dana studied the hands. They were all very masculine looking. The all had broken nails.
“Include your own hands,” Buck suggested.
“No rings?” Dana asked. That seemed silly. Perhaps they didn’t wear rings because they would get caught in the nets and equipment they used.
“Right, no rings. We’re the no-rings club. The no-partners club.”
“The No-Women Club,” Glenn said. Growling.
“You’re kidding, right?” Dana asked, shaking her head.
“No,” Glenn said, “and you can leave immediately and not come back.”
“But . . . but, what about the guns and grenades?”
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