Ray, you sweet summer child. Her disappointment shifts into discomfort. Lydia's lips press together as she listens to him while looking down at the parts and clasping her hands together behind her back to quell the urge to touch the thing.
"We?" she asks curiously rather than accusatory, eyes shifting back up to Ray's face. "Where'd you get it? I mean...you know?"
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"We?" she asks curiously rather than accusatory, eyes shifting back up to Ray's face. "Where'd you get it? I mean...you know?"