“I have an idea.”
“I can hardly wait.”
“A microchip.”
“How do you send up a microchip into the night sky? Cannon?”
“No, silly! A microchip like they put in dogs!”
Naz blinks several times in rapid succession. It’s comical.
“Okay, follow along closely now, Superior Man. I know your brain is filled with a lot of very important superhero information, but make room for more.” I pause to inspect his face. “Are you listening?”
He says drily, “My ears are literally inches away from your mouth.”
“Okay.” I take a breath, not sure I want to broach this subject at this particular time, but there won’t ever be a really good time, so here goes. “Once when I was in the hospital having an MRI because Dimitri hit me so hard my vision stayed blurry for weeks, I overheard the nurses talking. One of
