““John laughed. “You know, I’ve heard all the sayings about the wrath of women, but whew, Scar, you have a temper.” The others chuckled. “Keep it in mind, John Little,” I warned him. I didn’t feel much like chuckling. He laughed. “I’ll be sure to inform Jenny Percy,” he said. I rolled my eyes, but this time I heard a small laugh come from Rob’s distant corner. “So she really kissed Scar?” “Should have seen it, Rob! Scar’s right in the middle of giving her a talking-to, and Jenny lays one on her,” Much crowed. “So that’s how we shut her up,” John said. I knew he were fair close to me so I tried to kick him. It took a few attempts, but one finally hit something and I heard him whine, “Ow, Scar!” “And none of you jumped in to defend—her—her honor?” Rob asked, but it got broken up with laughs. “The lot of you are stupid blighters,” I snapped. “It ain’t for laughing.” This made them crack apart with howls.””
