Jake was nodding. "Wasn't there some movie about a slug named Rango?" He turned to me. "It was a cartoon or something, right?"
I knew what movie he meant, some animated thing from a while back. "I think it was a lizard," I said. "Now come on, let's go."
"Oh for God's sake," Bianca said, "it was a chameleon."
Jake and I turned look.
"I saw it with my nieces," she said. "Jeez."
"Well, there you have it," Jake said. He held out a hand toward Rango. "Nice meeting you, Dongo."
Rango's face was red, and that vein looked in danger of exploding. He looked down at the hand. He didn't move.
"Aw come on, man," Jake said. "Don't leave me hangin' here."
Rango still didn't move. Neither did Jake. I gave another tug on Jake's elbow. He didn't budge. Finally, with obvious reluctance, Rango reached out a hand. But just when it almost reached Jake's, Jake pulled back his own hand and said, "Gotcha." He shook his head. "Man, I can't believe you fell for that. Dumbass."
I gave the elbow another tug. "Yeah. Ha ha. Let's go." I gave him a pleading look. "Please?"
Jake hesitated. And then he grinned down on me. "Whatever you say,Jenna."
