Sasha and Ren exchanged a bemused stare. "I don't drive," they said simultaneously.

Her heart sank. Of course they didn't. Ren flew as a bird and Sasha did that flashing thing. When would they need a driver's license?

“He’s a tough little son of a biscuit eater. (Bubba)”

“What kind of lifehave you lived, little one, that everything seems to be a ques…”

“Please don’t let it be another cop. I’m outta bail money. Wait a minute…I could…”

“Oh, gross! Zombie goo. (Caleb)Ooo, I wonder if it tastes like chicken? What do …”