“That’s a lie, bold as brass.” The old woman kissed my cheek as I breezed past. “I’ll hold off John.”
“I always knew I was your favorite.” I glanced behind me. “Love you, Georgie.”
“Love you too, Howl.” The cook smacked Meg on the arm. “Keep that girl out of trouble, you cad.”
“Now, Georgie.” She flashed a mouthful of sharp teeth. “Where would the fun be in that?”
“Vonny.”
A boom filled John’s voice, almost convincing me he was Papa, and I put on a fresh burst of speed.
Side by side, Meg and I exploded out the side door and into the cool morning, laughing and wheezing as we sprinted toward the market.