“Fuck you,” he says spitting again. “I don’t answer to you, bitch.”
“True,” I say in agreement then twirl my backup. “But you will answer to Woody.”
“Oh yeah?” he laughs and I’ll note he was the only one. “Who’s Woody?” Shrugging easily, I twirl him once, twice, and then I line up. “Oh, just my bat.”
Sist sett
