“Oh, I’m so glad you’re here,” I said, throwing my arms around his neck and planting a kiss on his snow-dusted cheeks. His face and neck turned to a color more in line with his red scarf than his tanned skin. Shucks, if I hadn’t embarrassed him. “I’m glad to see you too,” he said, stomping off the snow from his boots on the large rug in Liza’s mudroom, “but I’m not too thrilled to be here.” “Understood,” I said, and boy did I. “This old gal is totally nuts. I don’t like you being around her,” he said, hugging me close to his chest as if he were a wee bit leery of letting me go. “She’s nuts, I’ll give ya that. But I don’t think she really means any true harm. Well, not to anyone except Darryl,” I said, not doubting for a minute that she’d one day finish off that jackass. “Yeah. Right. Speaking of Darryl, and Hank too,” the Captain said, clearing his throat and looking around to make sure Liza wasn’t within earshot, “I’m going to need a few of the dolls that look like Darryl and any others that look like Hank too.”
