Existence Womb (35)

   
   "Existence Womb (35)"
   
    Buck was getting near, very close, to the topic of the real big blocks, like:  "1969 Plymouth Barracuda with the odd 360 V-8 might take 1970 Mustang powered by the might of 8 cylinders, having a 351 Cleveland block; nevertheless, I prefer the Boss 302 we're restoring.  Out of the swift pocket--I say faster."
   "And what is the point to be my pedagogue on this--for the love of any number of angels that can superposition and shift their size to stand on any type of Grandmother's pin--this is not about your Dream for Big Block Highway is it?"  Miriam a bit bored, possibly jealous with Buck's admiration for the V-8 motor.
   Buck retorted:  "Little pretty flower--we're going to Canada to stay with your Dad.  I made telepathic contact with his whereabouts--like a smartphone."
   "You're not a smartphone; you're a werewolf with a religion forged from ancient times."
   Buck looked at Miriam with the male aspect of a man in a loving relationship, informing his quasi-woman boldly:  "Get your mind on your father's survival, and our gregarious gel with him, or I'm gonna start calling you kid.  A little lady Luke Skywalker."
   Miriam got the gist of it, was a bit back away from her heart and now into her common sense head, noticing a glee to see Dad, hoping the good doctor was doing dandy, and really, really, alive.