“Okay,” Mikey said with a little nod as she slowly exhaled and handed him a dull spoon, “I’m ready. Try to make it as painless as possible.”
“No,” he said, turning the page of the book that he must have read a hundred times already.
When the small hands fisted in his shirt and he found himself being shaken by his psychotic best friend. “They’re getting a cake!” she hissed, stressing this announcement with another shake that nearly made him lose his place.
“So? You like cake,” he said with a shrug as he reached up and gently pulled her hands so that he could return to his book.
“Not for this!” she hissed somewhat hysterically as she shifted next to him so that she could look over the back of the booth and watch as their fathers checked out the selection of ice cream cakes.