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Eltingville.

The stale air of Jerry’s basement, usually thick with the scent of Mountain Dew and unwashed comics, suddenly crackled. Bill Dickey was mid-rant about the inherent inferiority of female superheroes when the creak of the basement door silenced him. There, framed in the doorway, was Jerry’s older sister, , an actual, breathing woman, holding a Plate of cookies. Josh’s jaw dropped, a half-eaten bag of cheese puffs slipping from his grasp. His eyes, usually fixed on a screen, now bulged. Bill, momentarily stunned into silence, quickly recovered, puffing out his chest. Well, well, he drawled, a lecherous smirk twisting his lips. What have we here, Jerry? Didn’t realize you had… distractions. Jerry’s face flushed an alarming shade of crimson. ! I told you we had a meeting! Pete, who had been meticulously arranging his zombie action figures, looked up, a flicker of something close to discomfort crossing his usually impassive face. just offered a sweet, knowing smile, completely unfazed. Mom sent me down with snacks. Thought you boys might be hungry. Her eyes, cool and amused, swept over Bill and Josh, who suddenly seemed to shrink under her gaze, albeit still goggling.