Well, the bad news,” Swedish said from the wheel, “is that Chess still thinks he’s funny.” “What’s the good news?” Loretta asked, leaning on our little copper-tubed harpoon. “That Kodoc dropped a bomb on the city?
~ Joel N. Ross
If Chess is the switch,” Loretta said, “how does he turn the Fog off?” Bea bit her lower lip. “I don’t know—ask Chess.” “How would I know?” I said. “You try being a switch.
Loretta started belting out a song: “Row, row, row your boat, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G !
...Loretta threatened to beat him to death with a wooden spoon...
