“Wow,” Donut said, peering over the edge. “They’re still falling. Nope, not anymore.” She did a little jump on the edge of the basket that almost gave me a heart attack. “Level 34! Carl, I got a lot of experience for that!” “Jesus, Donut. Get off the goddamned edge.” “Really, Carl. I’m a cat. A master of balance. Whoa!” She slipped, but thankfully she fell inward.
