Chapter 147 Paradoxes
- "You're an honest-to-god doctor?" he asked in the thickest southern accent I'd heard in a long time. "Could you tell the big guy that this thing'll go away on its own?" He rubbed at a red patch on his neck. "Geez, you'd think I was dyin' with the way he's carryin' on."
- I chuckled--he reminded me of Jack. "What's your name?"
- "Steve Brant, sir."