Ducking into the hall closet, Wilson withdrew his medical bag and walked over to the couch. Pulling the coffee table up close, he sat down on it, facing Bel and then began to dig into the bag for guaze and antiseptic.
"That was...unfortunate." He said about the invite. "Err...I was right, that...wasn't your biological father? That was your...handler?"
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Date: 2006-10-21 04:53 am (UTC)"That was...unfortunate." He said about the invite. "Err...I was right, that...wasn't your biological father? That was your...handler?"