“That was the last one,” she said. Her lip quivered.
He stooped down and spoke softly. “Balderdash,” he said.
She frowned and raised her chin, looking him in the eye. “That was the last one, and you took it.”
With her hand on her hip and her accusing finger she looked so much like a cartoon of a girl that he could barely keep from laughing. In fact he couldn’t, and when a giggle escaped she gasped, punched him in the chest, and stomped up the gangplank.
He straightened himself, inverted the s...