Dennis tried to rub his solar plexus with his thumb because he felt a massive belch coming on.
Lynn probably wouldn’t care if he did belch, he didn’t think, but still…
They walked through the subdivision Lynn grew up in.
“Thanks for meeting my parents,” Lynn said. I swear I didn’t set it up that way. But we always have a barbecue when my Uncle visits.”
“They’re really nice, “ Dennis said, feeling like a little abdominal gas escaped soundlessly when he spoke. He relaxed. “Your father a veteran?”
“No,” Lynn said. “Why do you– oh, the scar.”
Dennis bit his lip. Lynn’s dad’s scar was why he asked. He knew the embarrassment showed on his face.
“Ask him about the scar yourself when we go back. He’ll tell ya.”
Dennis shook his head
“Oh, god no. I would never pry about something like that. I don’t wanna bring up some traumatic event.”
Lynn giggled.
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