She reached for an answer, an explanation—and found nothing. “It could have been worse?”
Her brother stopped and turned, pinning him with a look. “How could it possibly have been worse?” he asked, incredulous.
She opened her mouth and worked it for a moment; he just rolled his eyes. She snapped her fingers in triumph: “He could have poured the gasoline on us. You know, instead of just leading up to us. Then we’d really be hurting.”
“Wall of fire! Coming at my head!”
Her brother stopped and turned, pinning him with a look. “How could it possibly have been worse?” he asked, incredulous.
She opened her mouth and worked it for a moment; he just rolled his eyes. She snapped her fingers in triumph: “He could have poured the gasoline on us. You know, instead of just leading up to us. Then we’d really be hurting.”
“Wall of fire! Coming at my head!”
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