John said, “That’s the call, then. Either they’ve been there already or they’re about to be there. I’m sure of it. He wouldn’t let his little sister die without ice cream. Let’s pack up the van.” Joy said, “In other words, we’re all going to get ice cream cones, which is exactly what I suggested one minute ago. I think I should be in charge.” I said, “We’re not getting ice cream. We’re staking out Chilly Whip for a wizard ambush.” “Oh, I’m getting a waffle cone one way or another. I don’t care what you guys do.”
