She hung up, her fingers tightening on the phone. Before Ben had taken an all-consuming interest in invertebrates and Squamata, he’d been obsessed with superheroes. He’d had superhero toys, posters, clothes, and bedsheets. To Abby they all seemed boring and interchangeable, except for She-Hulk. Now that was a superhero she could identify with. These phone calls always left her with the urge to morph into a seven-foot green giant and growl, “Abby Smash.”
