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June 28, 2012
"It'd probably be quicker to just to take her down to the concession stand and grab a chili dog there--instead of putting in another order I mean." Jethro's tone suggested that it was half a question.
His father stopped chewing. The light coming in through the window of the stadium's SkySuite glinted off his fork, making the utensil appear magical.
Jethro waited, and saw the non verbal gesture--a roll of the shoulder, before he went back to entertaining the various executives. Jethro accepted the outstretched bill and grabbed Marian's hand.
"Don't linger, son," he heard.