He drank his coffee and eyed the two, lifting his eyebrows now and then at some new thought.
"Looks like you, Bud," he croaked suddenly.

"Eyes, expression, mouth--you could pass him off as your own kid, if you wanted to." "I might, at that," Bud whispered absently.

"I've been seeing you in him, though, all along.

He lifts his eyebrows same way you do." "Ain't like me," Cash denied weakly, studying Lovin Child.

"Give him here again, and you go fry them onions.