“I ask Max as we get inside his pickup truck. Batman jumps inside first, taking his place in the middle seat. The old truck surprises me. It’s kept nice, but I assumed Max would own something a little more shiny and new. I like that he doesn’t care that much about material things, especially since I know he could afford a newer car if he wanted one. “Hospital,” he grunts, shutting the door behind me. I can’t blame him. Today I’ve broken just about every one of his rules, even though I swore ...I’d replace the ice cream. I get the feeling he’s not happy about me breaking down the barrier he tried to put up between us. Once he gets in on the driver’s side, I say, “I really don’t need to see a doctor. I’m fine.” “We’re not going for you.” Max nods to Batman. “He has to work.” I blink a few times. “Excuse me, did you say the dog has to work?” “Yep.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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