"Um, hi?"
Fang just stared at me, cradling three crying kids in my arms.
"You just gonna stand there, Fang?"
Apparently, yes he was. He looked from Nudge, to Angel, to Gazzy, and then up to me. "Are you guys okay?" He said slowly. Well what does it look like, Fang? Oh, no, we're not crying at all. We're actually laughing because Iggy hit Nudge! Yea… NO….
"Um, isn't it obvious?" I said. I carefully untangled myself from the kids' grip and hobbled over to him. "We need to talk. Now."
I took his hand and pulled him onto the balcony.
"What was that all about?" He asked.
"Iggy."
"What? Is he hurt?"
"No. Of course not. He's just acting… strange." Let's see. How to explain it to him…
"Well then what happened?"
" Angel can't read his mind. And he doesn't know how to make bombs anymore. Gazzy told me that. And then earlier today Nudge tapped the back of his hand because she wanted to let him know she was there and he hit her. Hit her! I can't believe it! Of course I couldn't just flip out in front of the kids, so I just comforted them instead. But he hit her! They're all scared to death and they're bawling!" I exclaimed.
"Well." Well? Well? This was more than just well!
"Fang!" I glared at him.
"What? I've wanted to hit Nudge sometimes too!" Thank God we were out of earshot.
"Fang!"
"Max!"
"Ugh, you don't get it!" I pushed past him and stormed across the room, hurting my leg in the process. I didn't exactly give a dang, though. It was time.
Time to give Iggy a piece of my mind.