Half a dozen eggs waited, untouched. Ally rinsed off another shell.
Arthur pricked holes into each end of the sixth with a stubby pencil. He blew into it, aiming the goo at the bowl on the counter. Don’t touch it with your mouth! Ally, that’s the only way it works. You’ll get salmonella. And then, for my next trick, I’ll drop dead on stage! You worry too much, you lawyer. I won’t kiss you, then. She focused on the eggshell, dabbed it dry. Humidity beaded the walls. Mosquito stained curtains slumped against the screen of the open window. This is going to be a spectacular act! said Arthur. Colour! Mystique! He twirled, and stumbled on a mass of golden fluff. Come over here, Toasty. Ally crouched, swirled her hands through the dog’s fur. …show more content…
I bet Toasty’d love to be in my act, wouldn’t you? Toasty flopped down, belly up. Toasty is not a performer. (Toasty wouldn’t risk it. She’d said he could borrow Algae, and what happened? Escaped turtle, Maia’s careless feet, crushed shells . . .) She stood. Let’s just fill some now, to see if they work. He dug through his pockets. Paper funnels, right? He slipped a receipt out of his pocket, put a hand behind his back. The paper remerged from his hair. Tada! Sure. She sifted the bowls of dyed flour, orange, teal, coral, violet. You’ve got steadier hands than I do, he said.
So she funnelled a bit of flour into each shell. One mo– Toasty yelped as the bowl (independently of her own actions, of course) crashed down. It rattled against the ground like a spinning top. Egg splattered the
Arthur pricked holes into each end of the sixth with a stubby pencil. He blew into it, aiming the goo at the bowl on the counter. Don’t touch it with your mouth! Ally, that’s the only way it works. You’ll get salmonella. And then, for my next trick, I’ll drop dead on stage! You worry too much, you lawyer. I won’t kiss you, then. She focused on the eggshell, dabbed it dry. Humidity beaded the walls. Mosquito stained curtains slumped against the screen of the open window. This is going to be a spectacular act! said Arthur. Colour! Mystique! He twirled, and stumbled on a mass of golden fluff. Come over here, Toasty. Ally crouched, swirled her hands through the dog’s fur. …show more content…
I bet Toasty’d love to be in my act, wouldn’t you? Toasty flopped down, belly up. Toasty is not a performer. (Toasty wouldn’t risk it. She’d said he could borrow Algae, and what happened? Escaped turtle, Maia’s careless feet, crushed shells . . .) She stood. Let’s just fill some now, to see if they work. He dug through his pockets. Paper funnels, right? He slipped a receipt out of his pocket, put a hand behind his back. The paper remerged from his hair. Tada! Sure. She sifted the bowls of dyed flour, orange, teal, coral, violet. You’ve got steadier hands than I do, he said.
So she funnelled a bit of flour into each shell. One mo– Toasty yelped as the bowl (independently of her own actions, of course) crashed down. It rattled against the ground like a spinning top. Egg splattered the