““As we crowd together toward a ladder, Becky leans over and whispers, “You handled that very well.” “I did?” “Once you started giving orders, he never once looked to any of the men for confirmation.” She squeezes my arm. Jefferson comes up on the other side. “Don’t let it go to your head.” “Huh?” He nods at my right hand. “You’re the only one holding a gun, which kinda demands attention. And you tend to jab with it emphatically whenever you’re making a point.” “I do not jab.” “You jab.” He points again. My arm is tensed and I’m thrusting the barrel of the gun at his feet while I talk. “Huh. I never noticed that before.””
