“Meditate, he’d said. Jingo Jingo was such a joker.”

“I was about to meditate like no one had ever meditated before.”

“So if my ability to meditate was what was going to save the world, or at least save Portland, then I was pretty sure we should all think about moving to Seattle.”

“Cody?” I said. “Why are you dead?” Tact. I got it.”

“Don’t tell me there are more things like that on the streets.” “Okay,” he said.”

“More drinking, less flirting,” he said. “Or so help me I’ll throw ice at you.”

“Looks like it’s game time,” Shame said. “Beautiful day for some ass kicking, don’t you think?”