Louise
“What do you think you're doing?” I stop her.
“Protecting the club’s honor, obviously,” Amy says. “We can't hide in here like cowards. They'll only get worse, and they might even wreck the shop.”
“We should call the police,” I say.
“No, no, Louise,” Amy shakes her head. “Club business stays within the club. Anyone who runs to the cops gets looked down on. Even if the cops kick them out today, they'll just come back later. And it'll be way worse.”
“Fine. How many people do you think are out there?” I ask.
Amy listens closely for a moment. “Probably a few dozen.”
“That's what I think too. They have a whole crowd, and there are only two of us. Are you really planning to pick a fight with all of them using a single baseball bat?”
“Three,” Amy corrects me. “Jack is asleep. I can
