Jules said without preamble. Crow sputtered, coughed and began to choke on his beer. Jules chuckled and hit his brother hard on the back. Twice. “You haven’t even been here five minutes and you’re gonna lead with that? No glove, no love, Brother. What’s the matter with you?” Crow managed to swallow and used the back of his hand to wipe his eyes. “You the poster child for Planned Parenthood now?” Jules leaned back in the chair and relaxed his heels in the sawdust of Crow’s newly gutted living room. Crow held his hands up in surrender and conceded. “There’s been a time or two I wasn’t as careful as I shoulda been. But Bambi? Jesus. Just for disease control alone, man, you should've double wrapped. That bitch has been itching to be owned since forever. The kid could be anybody's.” “Yeah. My fucking thoughts exactly. She swore it was mine though, so I sent her on up to see Doc Gideon.
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