Lefty Leftwich fled back to Brockton.
"W-Where've I been?"
"Right here."
"Gabby...."
"Yes, darling?"
"I think I'm going to be sick."
She smacked her palm against his nose and thrust back determinedly. He grunted in pain.
"Still want to be sick?" she asked after a minute.
"No," he answered in patient agony.
She released his nose. "Hello, Jake," she said.