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What I knew damn well, and Dan did not think of, was that like I said I know how to keep a baby alive for at least four hours straight and Dan's an only child who's maybe seen a picture of a baby once when he took a wrong turn and wound up in the kid's department at Neiman Marcus. Sure, I lost a baby once. Sure, I don't really like the damn things. (At least they can't backchat yet, I guess.) But I wasn't all that likely to let it die on me.
Which didn't mean I intended to carry it around cooing at it all night. When Dan showed up it was lying on its stomach in the middle of the living room sucking on the corner of a pillow and being boring, and I had the radio on not listening to Amos 'n' Andy.
You'd've thought from the way Dan reacted that I had the damn thing in a pot on the stove. I guess he intended to carry it around cooing at it all night.
"I still can't believe she left a baby with you," he said once he'd gotten it settled in his lap, where it went from sucking on the corner of a pillow and being boring to trying to gnaw a button of his shirt and still being boring. "I mean, it's like manslaughter, or contract killing."
"Are you saying I'm a baby hitman?"
"Essentially."
"Well, you know, if Rosie kills her kids, she'll go to jail."
"Whereas if you kill them, you won't?"
"No, but she wouldn't, and that's what's important, right? I mean, when I kill people I don't care what poor bastard gets sent to jail so long as it ain't me."
"What do you mean, 'when you kill people'?"
"Hypothermical situations, Danny boy." He narrowed his eyes at me. "-thetical, I mean."
Which didn't mean I intended to carry it around cooing at it all night. When Dan showed up it was lying on its stomach in the middle of the living room sucking on the corner of a pillow and being boring, and I had the radio on not listening to Amos 'n' Andy.
You'd've thought from the way Dan reacted that I had the damn thing in a pot on the stove. I guess he intended to carry it around cooing at it all night.
"I still can't believe she left a baby with you," he said once he'd gotten it settled in his lap, where it went from sucking on the corner of a pillow and being boring to trying to gnaw a button of his shirt and still being boring. "I mean, it's like manslaughter, or contract killing."
"Are you saying I'm a baby hitman?"
"Essentially."
"Well, you know, if Rosie kills her kids, she'll go to jail."
"Whereas if you kill them, you won't?"
"No, but she wouldn't, and that's what's important, right? I mean, when I kill people I don't care what poor bastard gets sent to jail so long as it ain't me."
"What do you mean, 'when you kill people'?"
"Hypothermical situations, Danny boy." He narrowed his eyes at me. "-thetical, I mean."
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