Peter went on playing off me.
"And you would do that one cheer, right? The one with your hands splayed against the shower wall and ass shooting out?"
"That is me," I concurred. "Always prepared to take one for the team."
Even Cody gleamed at our uncouthness. Lucinda was virtually purple.
"You—you two have no sense of decorum! None at all."
"Oh whatever," I answered her.
"Back at the district club, or wherever you and the rest of the choir chills out, you possibly put on a shorter volume of that skirt all the time. With knee socks. I bet the other angels honestly go for the schoolgirl look."
If Lucinda were any one of my companions, a statement like that would have only circulate into more sarcasm and snide comments. The protector, however, simply frozed and preferred to rely on deadpan self-righteousness.
