" she was holding my hand—- ” he gestures with his false hand instead of his flesh hand. ” this one. she must have let go and ran off in excitement. ” a well mannered little girl, but so often consumed by curio- -sity that both mother and father uncle oft lost sight of her. ” she is eleven, almost twelve now. ” jaime either does not concern himself with her identity, or is unaware—the latter more likely than the former.
"mmm. that's rough, slim."
she's testing out annoying nickname lingo. she's not sure she likes this one. maybe she should try out the mr. claws mcgee method -- grrr, bub, grrr. seems to work pretty well for him.
her eyes drift down to the prosthetic hand and then back up to his face. there's a story there.
"you know, they make those child leash things for exactly this kind of shit."
