Paul said, “Don’t make me laugh.”
Ricky insisted, “I’m serious. I bet I can get down to the corner, into the drug store, fill a shopping basket full of batteries, and get back here without a zombie so much as laying a hand on me.”
“Bet what?”
Ricky thought about it. “Three cans.”
“That’s a lot of food.”
“Take it or leave it.”
“Fine. Go on.”
Ricky climbed down the fire escape ladder and was off.
Anne asked Paul, “Think he can make it?”
“Who cares? If he makes it, we get batteries. If he doesn’t, more food for us.”
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