"Is a ticklish."
Toss. "Bas—" I remembered Zeta was there. "Man."
Toss.
When I put her down, Gravity stuck to my leg, her large dark blue eyes gazing up at me, her bottom lip turned under in a desperate bid not to cry.
"What's wrong?" I ruffled her hair.
Where was Klaus? Why wasn't she getting the job done? She might have heard me coming.
"Uncle Flinn, I got a boo-boo cutting sugar dough." She showed me her arm.
"Let's see." I knelt beside her on one knee and peered at her arm. She was BS-ing me. Her plump forearm was spotless, with not a scratch in sight.
Zeta giggled over Gravity's head.
"Where is it, then?" I grasped her small wrist and turned it back and forth.
"Right here." A plump finger pointed to a tiny beauty spot.
"Eh, I see." I nodded gravely. "Looks pretty ugly."
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