“I can fix that,” he said, spitting into the sink. “Ma taught me. You just need a needle and… the thread stuff.”
“Just go sell some tires,” she said, softer now. “I’ll handle it.”
He looked at the gaping seam, then at her face—which was doing that pre-storm thing where her nostrils flared. Georgie had learned to read Mandy like a tire gauge: too much pressure, and she’d blow. georgie & mandy's first marriage s01e08 fullrip
“My dress. It’s dead.”
Mandy froze in the middle of their kitchenette, one hand on her burgeoning belly, the other clutching the back of a dining chair. She looked down. The side seam of her only nice maternity dress—a soft blue floral that made her feel less like a beached whale—had split from ribcage to hip. “I can fix that,” he said, spitting into the sink
“Of this.” He gestured vaguely at the apartment, her belly, the world outside their thin walls. “Me. Bein’ a dad. All of it.”
Title card: Fade to black on the sound of a truck door closing and a crinkling donut box. “I’ll handle it
“I have my moments.” He paused. “Also, I bought a box of donut holes. They’re in the glovebox of the truck.”
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