“Gimme a break.” By their nature, it came to me, children were freaks. They believed impossible things to suit themselves, thought their fantasies were the center of the world. They were the best kinds of quacks, if that’s what you wanted—pretenders who didn’t know they were pretending at all. That’s what I was thinking as I pedaled Paul home. Rain made the breaks squeal beneath us, made the bike tires drone. “Gimme a break!” Paul said. By their nature, kids were also parrots.
Aha, a bit of foreshadowing here in this passage. Oh, and just a minor editing error: “Rain made the brakes squeal...” not “breaks.”
