Ya sure, you betcha. Hed heard those four words uttered by her before. Heard
them and grinned in appreciation for her humour, her warped sense of what was
funny. Heard them and felt a warm thrill crawl through his spine as she repeated his
Ya sure, you betcha. A dismissal, an acknowledgement, a casual affirmative. It
could be any and all of those things, but for once, this one time, it wasnt. This time,
it meant one thing and one thing only.
Shed said ya sure, you betcha. And shed meant hell yes.
Shed said yes.
They were going fishing.
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