“Ow!” he cried. “Careful! I’ve got a hole right through me. And watch with those feathers. I’m sure I’m allergic to them.” We were all around him now, talking at once, our misery falling away like ice chunks off our thawing capes. “If Cubbins kisses me,” Kipps said, “I swear I will pass back over to the Other Side….What I really need right now is a drink of water.”
