Armen didn’t live far from school, and it being an open campus, he’d go home for lunch on some days, and Sam would often join him. One day in early spring, they heard a motorbike approaching as they walked to Armen’s house. Sam ran and hid around the corner of the nearest house, while Armen stood on the sidewalk and turned to see Sue riding by on her Harley. Sue raised her peace fingers and tipped her head to greet Armen, and she rode on. After she’d passed, Armen turned back to where he’d last seen Sam, and sure enough, there was Sam’s head, half-hidden by the wall, checking to see if the coast was clear.
“All clear! Negative on the visual.” Armen reported.
Sam crept out to regain the dignity of the sidewalk.
As they resumed their walk, Armen said, “Say, you could make use of a distraction. Do you enjoy catching fish?”
“Fishing? No, not really.”
“Well I’m going fishing with my family this weekend if you’ve got nothing else to do … and no, I didn’t invite the Green Manalishi.”
“The what?”