Re: Chapter 1.6: Mysteries
"I guess it depends, doesn't it?" she shrugged. "He's always bouncin' about here and there. You could wait an hour, or you could wait twenty maybe before he comes back. He may be on one of his famous benders for all I know." She mimed the act of tipping back a bottle, and then play acted a little drunkenness, and then giggled, falling back into form. It was actually a reasonable impersonation of Abraham, if in caricature.