Chapter 16

Mrs. Swanson smiled, crossing her arms and inspecting the arm after he set it back on the desk. “What’s the hinge for?”

“It’s supposed to pop open on command.”

“For what? Water gun effect?”

“Something like that. I have everything figured out for the internal workings to get it to fire, but I need a trigger. I don’t want to have to use my other hand. Should be able to get it to release in a single motion from the prosthetic itself. But without accidentally triggering it when I don’t want to.”

“And you of all people haven’t taken Spider-Man for inspiration yet?” She grinned at Connor, waiting for her implications to sink in.

Connor’s eyes widened when they did. “Swanny, you are an evil genius.”

She laughed. “Just don’t get me in trouble with whatever it is you’re going to have this thing do. If you wear it to school, no super villainy in the hallways.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

In the gym during Prom, or maybe outside the school at some point, was an entirely different story.