![]() Merry Misfits
-- Excerpt from Merry Misfits VIRGINIA Hands sliding beneath my arms, he lifted me out of the wheelchair like I weighed nothing, holding me up so my paralyzed legs and feet dangled over the floor. His arms didn’t even tremble with the effort, and I knew it was because he’d been lifting weights. “He touch you?” he asked, eyes all squinty. “I’d have brained him!” His lips twitched. “You okay?” I rolled my eyes. “He’s hardly the first person to ever say mean things to me.” He jolted. “Who else was mean to you?” I patted his shoulder. “No one.” “I should have killed him.” “You can’t kill people at Christmas.” “So I can kill him after New Year’s?” I could see him already plotting in that villainous head of his. “No. You promised.” His whole face softened. “I know, sprite. Why do you think I went so easy on him?” “You broke his nose,” I pointed out. “‘Tis the season.” ![]()
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