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The mustang flew down the road with the murmur of complaints from two of the three passengers stuck in its tiny rear seat.
“Stop elbowing me!” Catherine snapped.
“I can put my elbow nowhere else,” Doc countered.
“Stab it into your own side!” she growled.
“Perhaps you should lose some weight,” Doc suggested. Catherine’s cheeks flushed red and she trembled all over.
Jack glanced over his shoulder and cleared his throat. “By the way, Doc, thanks for the video. I was starting to get bored down in Scratch’s office.”
Nena winced. “So you were down there?”
He looked ahead and pulled at his shirt collar. “Yeah, and what a hot place to be. He wouldn’t let me touch the thermostat.”
“Did he try to do anything to you?” Nena asked him.
Jack shook his head. “Nothing I couldn’t ignore
