HERE'S how it happened: I was sitting there, frowning at the splat of ice cream I'd dropped on the table, when it occurred to me that if you squinted in just the right way, the melting ice cream looked exactly like a tornado wiping out a remote mountain village in Peru. And off to the side there were three little drips that looked just like superheroes rushing in to save the innocent people and llamas who lived there. I was describing the image to Howie when I noticed Electra standing over my shoulder, munching on her ice cream cone. “What a marvelous imagination you have!” she said. “Not only did you see an amazing vision in a hot fudge spill, but you described it vibrantly and with great style.” I felt my cheeks getting warm at the praise. I couldn't believe the greatest comic-book author of all time was complimenting me! “Thank you,” I said. “In fact”—she lifted her cone to me in a sort of toast— “you're super!” “Wow. Um—thanks,” I stammered lamely. “Ever think of writing comic books?”
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