Babs and the other women shrugged. “It’s what we call you when we’re talking about you. You know, when you’re not around.”
“Oh, okay,” I said, but then shook my head. “But Al? You couldn’t come up with something better like oh, I don’t know, Lettie, Ally, or anything other than Al?”
“Give it up,” Freya said, chuckling. “Once they give you a nickname, that’s it. It sticks.”
“But I’ve never heard anyone else called by a nickname before.”
They all glanced at one another. “We don’t really have them, I guess,” Freya finally said. “Just you.”
“Then how do you know that ‘when they give you a nickname, it sticks’?” I asked.
“I just know my girls,” Freya countered, not the least bit flustered by being called out on her load of bull. “Now, enough chatting, Al. We’ve got hunting to do. Let’s go
