"Don't know what you're workin' so hard to save this one for. It's not like with her bein' this old she's going to miss out on that much." Heavier. "Stop tryin' to help. Need me to spell it out for you?"
Almost a giggle follows, Sallie staring at her own forearm, a tiny sliver of a cut forming out of nowhere. "Lemme get some ink on."
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To Sam:
"Don't know what you're workin' so hard to save this one for. It's not like with her bein' this old she's going to miss out on that much." Heavier. "Stop tryin' to help. Need me to spell it out for you?"
Almost a giggle follows, Sallie staring at her own forearm, a tiny sliver of a cut forming out of nowhere. "Lemme get some ink on."