“Uncle Lonnie. That name means nothing to me.”
He knows how to kiss ass. And, honestly, he’s so hungry, he’d say anything to get her to make him as much food as possible. Luke’s aware of the fact that some things are off of the table, though. You know, if he wants to get fed before tomorrow.
“D’you have any ’a those really great hamburgers? And that bacon– and oh! Those really tasty beef tomatoes, with the pickles and– oh, man, I’m gonna drool all over myself just thinking about that shit.”
“I always knew I liked you for a reason.”
Smart boy. It’s worked even though she knows he is kissing ass. One hundred percent. She just wanted to hear it. She gives her husband a whole bunch of crap for that over sized ego of his but! clearly she’s not much better!
“Of course, go ahead and make yourself at home while I get everything put together, yeah? Try not to make puddles of drool while you wait--”








