I froze and looked around. I shushed Joshua, who was about to freak out. His shoes would make too much noise, and I’d already taken mine off. I picked him up and walked backwards at a snail’s pace. The second we were out of earshot I hurled him with full force out of my arms. He scrambled to his feet, looking at me like I was crazy.

“What’dyoudodatfor?” he asked hurriedly.

“You think I enjoyed carrying 187 pounds? That’s way more than what I weigh!”

“You’re not supposed to be able to pick up your own weight, let alone more than that.”

“Are you calling me fat?” I asked coldy. Apparently he’d done this before.

“No! No, j…just saying that… um… you’re strong for a woman as small as you are.”

“That’s what you’d better be saying.”