"Chow."
Jack Callahan, who had been so grim and unrelenting and now seemed to regret it, smiled.
"Whew! Are four of us going to eat that?"
"If we can."
"I'll do my darndest."
"You're s'posed to."
"Doggonit, Al," Callahan said plaintively, "don't blame me for this. I have a job and I intend to do it!"
"I know."
"There's nothing personal."
"I know that, too."