Sarge and Will“So, our own little snowflake. Can you believe it, babe?”
Sarge was reading a book next to Will in their bed. “We always knew she’d get there someday. Our little bud’s flowerin’, Willie.”
“And you do know what that means?”
“No, Willie, tell me what that means.”
“Something I’ve dreaded.” Will sighed. “Soon she’ll be dating.”
“And you got Robin on retainer to tail her, don’t ya?” Sarge laughed.
“Wouldn’t be a bad idea. But she’d hate me for it, babe. For sure. But how will this work?”
“We trust ‘er. S’all we can do.”
Will cut his eyes around at Sarge. “You know what I mean. She won’t be having surgery, if she chooses, for another three or more years. Any boy she dates will have to deal with that.”
“Our daughter’s pretty open. You don’t have t’ worry, Willie. She’ll mak
