“Jonah shifts to lean back a little farther, moaning as he does. “Holy heck, my leg hurts,” he says, still with that strained, forced lightness. Again, Hallelujah mimics his tone. “‘Holy heck’? That’s cutting it close.” “I have a gash in my leg the size of the Mississippi. I can say whatever I want.” HurtJonahHallelujahHoly Heck Author:Kathryn Holmes