Truth. Justice. Minesweeper.

Sunday, November 07, 2004

It was a decently cold day today, and Cassie didn't like it.

"How do you people live like this?" she said.

"Wait till it snows," I told her. "I thought you superheroes were tough."

"I'll fight a blizzard," she said. "I just don't want to go to the store in one."

"You're better off than Greyghost. At least Itzhak built you that temperature-control thing in your costume. Last winter he came back from crimefighting a few times with his cape all crusted over with ice."

"I can't even imagine. God, it's going to be a bad couple of months."

"A bad what?"

"Couple of months?" she said.

I laughed.


"Nothing, nothing..." The poor little country mouse.

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