Three Chapters and Two Weeks
Earlier than Chapter Four
It’s not a duel!” Neil Flambé yelled, rattling the pots and pans that hung over his head. People who heard Neil yell were often impressed by how well the fourteen-year-old chef could imitate a bullhorn.
Angel Jícama, however, was unfazed. He just crossed his arms tighter and narrowed his eyes.
“Neil’s right, Angel,” Larry said. “It’s actually more like six duels, spread out over two weeks.”
Neil glared at his cousin. “You’re not helping!” he fumed. He turned...