You girls should just worry about cooking and cleaning and keeping yourself pretty."She rose up and turned to stare at him balefully. She didn't say a...ything, then turned back to the engine.Mark grinned down at her. "No husband is gonna care about you fixing his car, shrimp. He's only gonna care about you keeping house and being good in bed." Up yours!" she called back."It's the God's honest truth," he taunted. "You want to hook a man, it ain't your repair work that's gonna do it, it's this!". Neil never told me he had such a sexy little tart coming to visit." You know Uncle Neil?" she asked, terrified at the thought of it."Of course," he said. "We're neighbors. I own the cabin next door."The other cabin was two hundred yards over, mostly hidden in the trees, but undeniably there."Neil's not home," she said, curtly. "And I think you should leave."He smirked. "Should I?" He stepped closer. "But you're all dressed up in that slutty little number for me. Don't you want the company?" I. I rolled on muddy leaves as the bolt arched over my head.I shoved a hand into my pouch, searching for a bomb marked with the chevron.Spiral.The couatl slithered closer, tongue flicking.Another spiral than an X.It coiled to strike.X. X. Spiral. Come on. I had four of each type. Where was the—Chevron.I smiled as I grasped the acacia bomb and ripped it out. I threw it as the serpent lunged. The bomb struck its belly right below the collar of feathers. A white-brown gunk expanded when the clay. Did she know the answer?She blushed and hid in the menu.“I think I’ll have a salad,” she said, keenly aware of how lame it sounded.“That’s what you think, is it?” said Roberto. “Yes, I think you’re right. You are thinking of having a salad.”“I am thinking of having a salad,” she agreed. She was so glad they could agree on that. She thought of having a salad, with glistening greens in a bowl as she prodded them with a fork.“You are thinking of having the chicken Caesar salad?” he asked.She.