“Garner!”
The name, hissed into his ear, didn’t really register. It was followed, however, by a painful pinch on his forearm—and that did get his attention.
“Ow!” He pulled his arm in and turned to glare at his attacker. But, if he expected an apology, he didn’t get it; Sharon merely shook her head, regarding him grimly.
“That was the third time,” she said. “I spoke your name three times, Garner!”
“Really?” He was taken aback, his annoyance receding. But he still rubbed the spot where he had been pinched.
“You were doing it again!” Sharon continued.
“Doing what?”
“Staring off into space!”
“Oh!” Garner hunched guiltily and, without moving his head, looked to the side. “Anyone notice?”
Sharon raised an eyebrow and smiled ironically. “You mean, other than me?”
“I mean—” he leaned to
