“Yes, sir.”
“Why do you recognize her?”
“I saw her on the—the day that I almost died. She—she—”
~ “I saved your life!”
~ “I would have helped you, but it was too late!”
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“Yes, she did,” Waldo said. “If she hadn’t thrown that brick, I would have been a pancake!” He smiled at me. “With blueberries and maple syrup, eh? Yummy yummy yummy!”
I closed my eyes and gave him the peace sign.
“Miss McFerrin saved your life?” McTruthowitz said.
“Yes, she did. She’s a good girl. Don’t believe none of that stuff that red-skinned guy is saying. He’s—”
Ladouche shot up. “Mr. Bettendorf, you’re sharp for your age. When was the last time you had an eye exam?”
“Three years ago.”
“Objection!” I cried. “Th
