Stunned, he stared at it."What does your Dad say?" My Dad says that I should change my name to Carl Plante." That's a good name. I was going to sugges...t that you go with Carl Palmer, but we haven't had a Plante join the family in a long time," Tom said."I don't understand," Carl said bewildered by his father's acceptance of changing his name."Before I can explain further, I must have your word that you'll never reveal what we are about to discuss." Sure." Please state it explicitly." I give you. It was German Army issue – a Walter P38.’ Joe’s terse comments were terse. ‘He’s not carrying that around for fun. It would blow a tidy hole in anyone. For God’s sake put it back before the damn thing goes off.’ ‘I wonder if he’d miss a few little cartridges.’ Musing, Peter released the safety catch and opened the breech. ‘You work on the car while I do some adjustments to this gun.’ ‘Get rid of the damn thing.’ Joe was worried. ‘For God’s sake put it back and wipe your prints off it.’ With his. She breathed sharply, taking in life-giving air along with the nauseating scent of the old man's cock. She wished she were dead."Enjoying yourselves?" Harlan taunted. "Nice day. Good day for a party. Me and the young 'uns decided to save you some gas. You can have your party right here. No need to drive all the way up to Carver Lake. That's why we brung your fancy yellow car up here to the farm, so you can party without worrying about your poor car abandoned out there on the highway. We'll be. It’s cold so we mostly get flu symptoms. One more week and I’m done with Medicine.”“What’s your next rotation?” Elyse asked.“Uhm,” she said, not wanting to say what it was.“It’s OK, Jess,” I said.“Oncology,” she said softly, looking at Stephie. “At Loyola.”“Well, if they got some magic thing there that nobody in Georgia knows about, make sure you let me know right away!”“I promise,” Jessica said, looking at me.“It’s OK, Babe. She read me the Riot Act about being morose or treating her any.