As soon as Gloria disappeared, Mori slapped his arm. “What in the hell are you doin'? She’s got to be at least twenty years younger than you.”
Ben knew she was right, and now that he’d made his destination, he wished that he were there alone. It would be easier to fish, and more fun at night with his friends.
“And does she own a pair of shoes that can make it across the field?”
Ben sighed. “I knew I’d get shit for that. Look, be nice, it’s just two days.” Ben tipped the rim of his hat to Mori for a makeup salute, but his attention turned to the end of the bar where he saw Quinton.
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