“Kid, how good are you really? Are you really as good as they say?” I was pretending that a tween hadn’t just almost given me a heart attack. I’d completely forgotten about her presence.

“Good as who says at what?” That was some kind of tongue twister, and why the hell did she sound like somebody’s CEO? I guess I took too long to answer because her voice came through the computer again before I could formulate a response.

“Your question is too nonspecific, Uncle ...