She taps my nose with her finger. “You shouldn’t be mean to Jiggy.” “Aw, you two are so sweet.” Jigsaw holds out his cup. “Can you stir your finger around in here since there’s no sugar?” Shelby pulls a few little white packets from her back pocket. “I could,” she sings in a teasing tone and waves the sugar in his face. “But I bet you’d like these more.” “You’re a goddess.”
