Preacher was pacing. "What took you so long?" he asked. Jack looked at his watch. "We're right on time, Preach." Paige stood up from the table. "Jack, I'd like you to pour John a shot." "No, baby. I want to be alert." "John, you're way beyond alert. And I don't think I can take another minute. Do as I say!" Jack went behind the bar. "My man, when a woman is having a baby, you do everything she says, and you do it fast." He brought down a bottle. "Just a little something to take the edge off." "I don't know," Preacher said. "Preach, you're six-four and weigh at least two-fifty. A shot isn't going to do nearly enough good. Mel should probably have you on Xanax.
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