Jesus, Underhill . 'Got some work to do now. 'Please, boss,' Pearly said. Pete crawled on his elbows and pushed with his good foot, teeth clenched, hair hanging in his eyes.
Finally he nudged her, and she turned to him. 'Is this darn thing on my face bad? Is it bleeding?' 'No,' Jonesy said. There he'd sat, looking out into the renewing storm, occasionally sobbing, sometimes heaving great, watery sighs that hurt her inside. Soon they would join the others in the Holding Area.
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