Even at the rather uncharacteristic rate she was eating her spoils at – though the clumsiness with which she opened each piece, and the fact that she felt the need to stop completely while doing so, slowed her a bit – Nancy’s bag got pretty well filled by the time we got about three-quarters of the way down the first side of the street. She started whining, dragging the bag beside her, until I relented and picked it up, along with my own half-empty bag, giving her one of the back-up bags from the hidden pocket on the inside of my cape.
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t feeling a little jealous. I’d known she’d be the center of attention – when wasn’t she? – but that would have happened anyway. Did she really need to show off and steal the spotlight completely?