“Uhhhhh….. no they don’t and…… Kraglin knows how to strip one for parts…. as for how to operate it….I don’t think so….”
Carlos frowned. “Maybe we oughtta pick them up rather than just wait for them to come to the house,” he suggested. “Dad has a car we can drive. My Driver’s license shouldn’t be expired. I think.”
Looks at him. “And… how am I supposed to hide? You want me to come out in daylight?” Looks at him nerviously.
“Uh– oh…” Carlos said softly. “I’m sorry, I forgot about that. Um… maybe Mikey and I can go. And you can stay here with Dad?”
“Yeah…. they should be next to my ship….and I’ll hang out with your old man. Who knows I might be able to help him out around here or something.”
Carlos smiled at him. “Like planning for lunch or dinner – you know better about what the boys can eat so it’d be a great help. Speaking of which… should we go get some breakfast?”
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