“You better keep quiet about this,” I warned him as I handed over two fifties. “Or else I’m going to declare war on your tree house.” “You wouldn’t dare,” he gasped. “Oh, I would,” I shot back with a nod. “Gibs and I will make an even bigger tree house, and then we’ll bomb yours with water balloons until you surrender, and then we’ll hijack it like pirates.” “Oh, I’m so fucking down for that,” Gibsie declared in an excited tone. “I have an excellent aim.”
