Little Pete pulled a licorice twist from his pocket, snapped it in two, and handed half over.
“The incomplete.”
And then—softly, like a secret—the song finished. Not with a crash. With a quiet hum that folded into the evening. pete and pete complete
They sat in silence. The streetlight flickered—not broken, just indecisive. Artie, the strongest man in the world, was nowhere to be seen. Dad was inside, losing another argument with the garage door. Mom was polishing her collection of decorative thimbles. Little Pete pulled a licorice twist from his