Jesse does not cuddle. So he says
Jesse stomped his foot. “Whats a man gotta do to get some ICE around here?!”
He forgot the heady perfume of the velvet-draped room and was stolen to the last place he heard that voice.
crotchety old vagrant with a heart of gold
Jesse didn’t start to worry until the afternoon started to grow long, the trees in the field across the way setting down fingers of shadow that stretched into the yard… he put the baby in a sling and a handkerchief on his shoulder so he could burp her as he walked. She burbled and blew raspberries at him, and shrieked with laughter when he made faces at her…
poor boy doesn’t expect a thing.