“Should you help him up?” I asked Smokey. “Reagan told everyone to stay off her lawn. He shoulda known better,” Smokey said without remorse. “I mean…” I looked down at the little manicured patch of grass, the only one on the block. “Grass is made to be walked on.” “When it comes to Reagan, you do what she says, or you get an awful surprise. Mince just got an awful surprise. He should’ve known better.” Mince stiffly pushed up to his hands and knees, groaning. “She…looks…innocent. Uuuugh.” “The most dangerous ones always do.”
