Chapter 13

??Jesus,?? shouted Mr. Wickers, running his hand through what was left of his hair. ??You saved this kid??s life! That asshole in the fecking SUV never even stopped! Look, the bike is still??oh, sorry little boy, are you all right???

Ms. Wickers had knelt down and was dusting snow off the little boy who was sobbing and stammering, ??My bike, my Daddy will kill me, and I??m late for school!?? all at the same time. Mr. Dub, as they called him at school, short for Doubletalk, picked up the little boy and unbelievably he stopped crying and snuggled against the big man. Danny??s opinion of him went way up. Meanwhile Ms. Dub, short for Doublewide, was holding his arm, and feeling him up, saying ??Hmm, no bones broken, nice ass, I mean, nice moves. Do you have a black belt? Which martial art do you study??? Though Danny didn??t catch any of it after she felt up his rear end, making him rethink his opinion of her, too.