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A random bit from a random WIP - this is part of a scene between Molly and King from Book Four of The McClary Chronicles, coming later this year:
“We’ve got to do something about him, King.”
There was a grunt of disapproval next to her ear, punctuating the heavy breathing that was tickling her jawline.
“You’ve gotta do som’mat about him. I wash my hands of him.”
“King, he’s ten.”
“Shhhhh.”
“You can’t just leave him for me to deal with, he’s too wild - “
“Shhhhhh.”
“We’re not allowed in the grocers anymore, did you know that? He pushed over a rack of sodas and they exploded, liter bottles were shooting everywhere. You’re going to have to talk to Grady, he won’t even let me apologize.”
The exasperation in King’s voice was blunt and obvious as he sighed and rolled over onto his back, defeated.
“I’ll take over when he’s twenty, alright Mol?”
Molly propped up on an elbow to glare at him.
“You’re his father.”
“Seventeen.”