Beef stew, in case anyone was wondering. Dockman is helping himself into a conversation about 9's muskles (ala Popeye). He suggest the child lift his sleeves so we can all get a glimpse of his awesome pipe wrenches. He mentions to the kid that "...if you were green, you'd be like the Hulk!" The daughter from left field "If you were brown, you'd be the color of poo." Matter of fact.
I was re-reading some old posts and I realized, there is a lot of memories in here. It's a good thing.
On another note, I am in the middle of Robin Cook's novel Marker. I like a good medical thriller & he hasn't disappointed me in the past. The one thing I question, do the people he surrounds himelf with really talk the way he has his characters talking? I just can't imagine any of my friends or acquaintances speaking that way, not about the jobs, either, in just regular everyday convos. But, hey, none of my friends are MDs or coroners either.
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