“No, you weren’t caged in a cell to do your exams,” Gibs corrected with a bite to his tone. “Meanwhile, I was in a special little room all by my lonesome, with a man, who I can only describe as the reincarnation of Smithers, to write down my answers, and that freaky fucking guidance counselor Miss Moore chaperoning.” His gray eyes widened right along with his outrage. “And she’s pregnant, Patrick. You know how stressed pregnant bellies make me get.”
