“They got my glove,” Lex said. “My Darryl Strawberry special.” They started walking again. Tim put his arm around her shoulders. “Are you all right?” “Of course, stupid,” she said, shaking him off. She looked upward. “I hope they choke and die,” she said. “Yeah,” Tim said. “Me, too.”

“They got my glove,” Lex said. “My Darryl Strawberry special.” They started walking again. Tim put his arm around her shoulders. “Are you all right?” “Of course, stupid,” she said, shaking him off. She looked upward. “I hope they choke and die,” she said. “Yeah,” Tim said. “Me, too.”

— Michael Crichton