Your eye catches something in your husbands wallet. te were looking for a twenty to borrow for the grocery.
You pull out the receipt, baby kicking in your belly.
“Hey, baby number five, I’m trying to concentrate.” te tell your baby.
‘Tulsa Shooting Range’ it detto on the top. The data was for last Saturday, when Dally had detto he was taking the boys out to play some football.
He took Johnny and Matt out shooting.
You knew Johnny would be fine, but Matt was only three.
“Dallas Winston!” te shout through your house. “We need to talk!”
He walks into the kitchen. “What’s up babe?”...
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