“Benefit?”
“Not that kind, but I’ll buy lunch, every day.”
“Jesus, everyone is getting laid in Sçid Çándl except me. What am I doing so wrong?”
“Not just you, Sid isn’t, d**k isn’t. That’s rich company.” She burst out laughing. “Sorry. Hurry, yes or no? He’s coming. I’ll buy you a six-pack every day, too. I’m sick of this guy leering at me.”
Ethan cringed inwardly at Aurora’s grouping sample and the lower order of evolution that implied but nodded agreement; after all, lunch was lunch and beer was beer, and his pockets were empty. “Okay, sugar plum, you’re on.”
Sid struggled with the hose at the edge of the open septic tanks, twisting his rain hat sideways, and said, “This baby has a 140 pounds pressure in her, Aurora. I can up it to 190 if you need it for the solid chunks. That shoul
