[WINCING AT THAT IODINE but Scott doesn't utter a sound. It would be unmanly to squeak in pain so instead he focuses on the conversation.]
El Paso. [The way he says it suggests he's never had to utter a Spanish word in his life that didn't come off a Taco Bell menu.] That's in Texas, right? I went there once for a electronics symposium. It's nice.
[He doesn't want to think about the daughter thing, doesn't want to envision this woman with a wild smile on her face and a grinning shrieking child in her arms, but his mind is already there. Except that in place of Bianca and a faceless girl it's an image of him and Cassie.
Damn it.]
So how old's your daughter?
[He doesn't really want to talk about daughters, but if the alternative is five minutes of silence then he'll keep asking questions until there's no silence left to sit and mope in.]
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El Paso. [The way he says it suggests he's never had to utter a Spanish word in his life that didn't come off a Taco Bell menu.] That's in Texas, right? I went there once for a electronics symposium. It's nice.
[He doesn't want to think about the daughter thing, doesn't want to envision this woman with a wild smile on her face and a grinning shrieking child in her arms, but his mind is already there. Except that in place of Bianca and a faceless girl it's an image of him and Cassie.
Damn it.]
So how old's your daughter?
[He doesn't really want to talk about daughters, but if the alternative is five minutes of silence then he'll keep asking questions until there's no silence left to sit and mope in.]
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NO REGRETS.]