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JJ rushed from her Bronco to the passenger side of Teddy’s pickup. Or was it Jim Henderson’s pickup? Whatever the hell vehicle she’d thought was going to ram into her bumper multiple times on the way home. Of course, Teddy’s lousy driving wasn’t what upset her; it was wondering why it was lousy. Was he distracted by Harlan dying next to him, racing to get somewhere they could attend to him? Or was Teddy just a shitty driver?
She breathed a sigh of relief as she threw open the truck door. Harlan looked okay. At least, no worse than he had in the hospital. A moment later, Teddy stood next to her, carrying a folded sheet. She wasn’t sure he’d recovered from the last time they carried Harlan. His belly pushed out the front of his flannel shirt more, like maybe he was favoring his back.
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