‘You’ve got nothing,’ he said, attracting another straight left.
‘Nothing,’ persisted Salvador.
Salvador knew his Wiggle could destroy any sentient being in less than six words if it really put sand in her bikini. He just needed to wait for her comeback, ready to be set back down to the earth of the real world and away from his fancy pants la di da quick smart.
Yet today, there was no such mastery of her art of human dismantlement. Her comeback was delightfully simple. She was able to drop instantly into the sixth grade without warning and, if there’d been food here on this table, there probably would have been the real danger of a food fight.
Jemma extracted an imaginary finger phone out of an imaginary pocket and she slid it up to her ear. ‘Can you hear me?’ she said. There was no ob
