“Oh my gosh, of course not, Auggie. He just wanted to know that you were all right. That's all that matters to us.”
“And that you don't let those... thugs... ruin your trip.”
I kind of laughed at the way she said the word “thugs.” “What?” she asked.
“Thugs,” I teased her. “That's kind of an old-fashioned word.”
“Okay, jerks. Morons. Imbeciles,” she said, flipping over the sandwich in the pan.
“Cretinos, as my mother would have said. Whatever you want to call them, if I saw them on the street, I would...” She shook her head.
“They were pretty big, Mom.” I smiled. “Seventh graders, I think.”
She shook her head. “Seventh graders? Mr. Tushman didn't tell us that. Oh my goodness.”
“Did he tell you how Jack stood up for me?” I said. “And Amos was like, bam, he rammed right into the leader.”
“They both crashed to the ground, like in a real fight! It was pretty awesome. Amos's lip was bleeding and everything.”
“He told us there was a fight, but...,” she said, looking at me with her eyebrows raised.
“I'm just... phew... I'm just so grateful you and Amos and Jack are fine.”
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