Keep breathing.

"You really did it this time," he said.

"It couldn't be helped."

His stare pierced my soul. "You sure?"

We sidled around a large family laden with multiple strollers.

"Yeah," I said. "Take your pick. Mandelbaum's demon face ripple, a giant rift, a fifty-foot Maliligog, the cat was out of the bag."

"Why would I care about that?"

"Because emon-days aren't ecret-say anymore."

"Ugh. You are the worst." Malik ...