Then I snuck around to the front of the house to throw them at Stephen’s window. “Rapunzel, Rapunzel!” I whisper-yelled. “Get your ass down here!” His window squeaked open. “Only if you promise to protect me!” Stephen whisper-yelled back. “Do you happen to have a knife?” I giggled. Yes, my pocketknife was now at Paqua instead of hiding useless in a box at home. “Of course,” I said. “Anyone who crosses our path is doomed.”