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203 pages, Paperback
First published October 2, 2012
“Sure, I can take a joke,” I said. I’ll show them one of my jokes.
Within a few seconds, the guy who had made the joke about the size of Owens … er, private parts … started to rise into the air. He was so drunk that at first, I’m not sure he even noticed. But then he started yelling, “Hey! What the hell?” Everyone started looking over at us, and it got quiet. I raised him up, up, up. What would he look like spinning? He began twirling like a top, faster and faster. He still had a cup of beer in his hand, and the beer was spilling down on the rest of the Neanderthal crew.
Owen joined everyone else in laughing.
“You can take a joke,” Owen whispered into my ear. The
feel of his warm breath on my ear made me just about lose it
and drop the guy on his head. But I held it together long enough to bring him down gently. All the twirling must have been a lousy combination with the beer because he ran from
the room and tried to make it out the front door. We could hear him ralphing in the hallway. Didn’t make it.
A round of applause rose, and it was Owen who started it. “A round of applause for Miss Magic,” he said as he
beamed. Chants of, “Again, again, again,” rose up from the crowd.