“Gigantic fudge pooping llama alien!” I heard Woody yell from the kitchen.
I blinked. Red laughed and rolled her eyes. "That’s my husband, ever the literature teacher.”
Someone slinked out of the kitchen and stage whispered to Red, “Red! Woody hurt himself.”
“What happened Johnny?” Concern roughened her voice, she rushed into the kitchen. I quietly stepped behind the bar to see if they needed