My Cobalt brethren called me contaminated—like I’m toxic waste. But that’s not even what’s got me hot. I finally speak. “I know you might not be mindful of babies and whatnot,” I tell Charlie. “But you gotta be when you’re around them, and you should never provoke Farrow or anyone in front of their kids like that.” Charlie has on dark shades. Can’t see his eyes. “He wasn’t going to hit me.” “You wanted him to,” Oscar points out. “No, if I really wanted to be punched, I would’ve gone for Moffy, but I didn’t.”
