“Down, Cujo, it’ll be alright. He was simply asking if I live around here because he’s never seen me around here before. And he’d definitely remember a face like mine,” Alex says as he turns his sly grin onto me. “I’ll beat him up,” I announce. Alex’s grin is widening. “Oh?” “I’ll tackle him right here and now.” “He told me he’s a black belt.” “How long did you talk to this man?” I ask.
