“If you lose your legs, I’ll get you a wheelchair with a Ferrari motor that goes from zero to sixty in four seconds. Wouldn’t that be great?” Hands pressed against the dashboard, Charlie admitted, “I’d rather have my legs still attached to my body.” “That’s such a narrow view. What about bionic legs?” “Schoolchildren,” Charlie warned. “Bionic legs would be so cool.” “Schoolchildren!” “I see them. Calm yourself.” The car stopped—somehow—and Max patiently waited for the children and their teachers to get across the street. Out of nowhere, she began to whistle “H.R. Pufnstuf.”
