FORTY THREE
D'ANDRE FLEW to follow Super Steve. It was late afternoon above a forest. He didn't know where he was going. They landed at a wood cabin by a green pond.
D'Andre spun around, taking in the surroundings. “What is this place? This your place? This is nice.”
He had never been to a lake before, and this one had its own house.
Into the wooden cabin they strolled.
Steve said, “Are you sure you're all right?”
“I’m better than aiiight!”
D'Andre inspected the living room. It was simple, bare, but broken wood had landed in the middle of the floor. The sun was streaming in through a hole in the ceiling.
“You get hit by a asteroid or suttom?”
“No,' Steve said, “And I want to tell you don’t get overconfident.”
“What you mean?”
“I mean we’re still up Shadoobee Creek without a padd
