Jack was on the floor, flinging one plastic car after another in Dan’s direction. Most of the time he missed, though one missile got Dan on the shin.
“It’s normal,” Laure explained. “He’s developed eye-hand coordination just enough to be able to throw things, but his skills don’t extend to being careful.”
Dan heaved himself up. “I need a drink.”
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