“Oh, no! I’m roasting. Get me a fan.”
“But how can you be cold on a hot night like this?”
“Ask me why porcupines have whiskers.”
“You and your porcupines!”
“Tell me why you want to sleep here,” I pressed.
“For the same reason that a ten-year-old likes to monkey with the family clock. I’m curious to know if anything spooky can happen in this room.”
“I’ll never sleep a wink!”
“Kid, you aren’t half as shivery as you try to let on.”
“What if the spy breaks into the house?”
“Let him. We know who he’s working for. And at our orders old Goliath will lay him cold.”