“He’s a handsome devil, isn’t he?” says Jamie. “He would never have as much secret sauce on his shirt as I do right now.” I laugh. “No, he definitely wouldn’t.” “And, um, he looks pretty disgruntled. Pretend the force is with you.” “What force might that be?” “The magic-skirt force. The daycare-octopus workday force. You figure out which of your many forces are operational. Also, he doesn’t get to be part of the caper. If we do it, which we won’t.”
