Hoot looked into the Big Bear’s eyes, said, “All right buddy…what is it ‘bout Jesse got you asking me ‘bout her like it hurts your hemorrhoids to even broach the subject?”
“Aside from her age, you mean? And you not knowin diddlysquat about her?”
“What about her age?”
“Nothin.” Chili lowered his head.
“What? I won’t ask you again…”
Looking up at Hoot past bushy eyebrows, Chili said, “She’s only what, four or five years younger than your daughter? But that isn’t it, really. Every old cur wags his tail at the frisky young bitches from time-to-time. Can’t help it. It’s just the way we’re wired. But there’s somethin about your flyin partner, Jesse – as in Jesse James the outlaw – that don’t seem quite right. That’s all I’m sayin.”
“Not quite right? Hell, Chili, you know anybody who’s quite right these days?”