[ Harvick never knows exactly what to think about the girl. She's a child; she's dangerous. He should keep her out of harm's way; where exactly is "out of harm's way" these days? He's mostly given up trying to sort it out, lets her do what she wants, and tries to account for her lack of full frontal lobe development where she can't see.
Silently, he crooks a finger at her and then points to the unoccupied spot on the bench. The pattern that used to grace its cushions are mostly gone now, but the padding remains. God bless polyurethane. Even nuclear winter couldn't best that stuff. ]
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Silently, he crooks a finger at her and then points to the unoccupied spot on the bench. The pattern that used to grace its cushions are mostly gone now, but the padding remains. God bless polyurethane. Even nuclear winter couldn't best that stuff. ]