I pointed at him with my spoon, a drop of ice cream dripped onto the table. “Boy,” I said, “you better talk or I will sick Jacquelyn on you!”
“Excuse me?! Sick Jacquelyn on him?” Jacquelyn said angrily, “What do you think I am? Some kind of dog for you to order around.”
“Oh boy!” I mumbled under my breath, “Uh, I didn’t mean it like that!” I said trying not to laugh. I’d set Jacquelyn off like that before while talking to her on the phone and even once in a letter I had wrote to her. She had wrote back with a five page letter telling me how dumb I was to say whatever it was I had said in my letter.