Barry looks around the room. “This is going to be horrible to clean up.” “What can I say? My son is an artist.” We all grimace. Tobias leans down and picks up the severed foot. “Think fast,” he says as he throws it at Barry’s face. He catches it automatically, then jumps back and drops it on the ground. “What the shit?” I bite my lip as Tobias winks at me, and I know he was just trying to cheer me up. He’s so goofy sometimes.
