lurking in the men’s restroom like a lavatory Gollum and then ran away like a little hobbit?” I sit up to my full height and loom over her. “Hey. Who you calling little?” “You, Slater. ‘Coz the way you ran out of that bathroom, you looked like a frightened little girl.” She tilts her chin up at me in challenge. “I might’ve looked crazy, but you have, like, a foot and a hundred pounds on me. What was I going to do, bludgeon you to death with a toilet plunger?” This girl, I tell you.
