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A Friendly Drink Or Three - Toro and Jim
Jun. 27th, 2012 04:06 pmThis was the sort of evening Jim Hammond had never again expected to have.
Nights out for him were fairly rare these days - he preferred the comfort and calm of home more often than not - but the promise of sitting down to a drink with his son was more than enough to bring him out of doors.
That was the remarkable part, the part he had presumed lost to him except in memory; Toro's presence across the table, his warm smile as he slid into the opposite seat.
"There you are."
Jim's responding smile was just as warm.
Nights out for him were fairly rare these days - he preferred the comfort and calm of home more often than not - but the promise of sitting down to a drink with his son was more than enough to bring him out of doors.
That was the remarkable part, the part he had presumed lost to him except in memory; Toro's presence across the table, his warm smile as he slid into the opposite seat.
"There you are."
Jim's responding smile was just as warm.
