“All right, then, ” said Honey, dragging a pointed nail down the back of a plump bumblebee that was crawling along her pinky finger. “Shall I have the honors?” Leroy yawned. “I’ll warm up the car. Do you think it’s best to drop the body into the bay or the river?” “The river is closer, ” said Honey. “And I don’t really think anyone’s going to miss her, despite this talk of Rejects.” Her smile became wicked. “I’ll call the bluff.”
I love them
