
"Your brother's a freak, you know that?" said Heather, a girl with too much hairspray and not enough kindness.
"It's a thought experiment, Meemaw. It doesn't have tires."
A girl in the back row snorted. Professor Dawkins’s eye twitched.
"I can't 'slap' things," George said, wiping sweat from his brow. "Sheldon would audit my slapping."
"Both," Heather laughed.