Beth paused at the corner and grabbed Terry’s shoulder to keep him from stepping into the street and getting creamed by a panel truck that sped up to beat the light at the intersection. Terry didn’t even look up from his phone.
“Look where you’re going, dumbass.”
“We gotta hurry,” Terry said, oblivious to the close call. “There’s a Gozuu in there!”
He pointed across the street at the Walmart.
“Bullshit,” Beth said. “All the Puchikai at Wallyworld suck.”
Alex squirmed in the front passenger seat, strained to see over the dashboard. It was dark out, snowing, and the headlights shining through the falling snow made him feel like he was in a space ship flying past stars. The drive from grandma’s house was long and boring, but fling through space was fun.
“Sit still!” Papa was in a bad mood, a don’t mess with me boy mood, so Alex settled back and tried to sit still.