“Yeah, babe?”
Cecil looks to the lab phone, then back to Carlos. “Yes.”
“Huh. Okay. So you… you want to meet Max then? They might be doing a fire-side tonight… we can head over and say hi just before the sun sets.”
“I would love to meet Max. A friend of yours is a friend of mine Carlos. And he seemed lovely on the phone.”
“Heh… um, yeah… he’s a good kid. When he wants to be. Heh… yeah, I think you’ll like him.”
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