Peasy was gone a month before reviving

“Yeah. What day is it?”
“Tuesday.”
“No, stupido, I mean what’s the number? The date?”
“The fourteenth,” I said. “Of December.” As I said it, I realized I hadn’t done any shopping, and Eva and Madelyn would be so upset. I’m a very good gift-buyer. And then I remembered I didn’t have to buy gifts this year, either. And there still wasn’t anywhere to buy them. And they probably both hated me.
I must stay focused on work.
He growled. “A month,” he muttered. “My boys prolly fell apart without me.”

Excerpt From Ex-Patriots, pg 419
Peter Clines
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