Was she what? Jeannie had never heard the word used in such a way. Retarding something meant to slow something, did it not? How was she slow? Was she not keeping up with the blonde girl who was now walking briskly down the street? This was very odd.
“I do not think so,” she belatedly answered. Then she felt compelled to add, “But I am not certain.”
If the djinn had thought about meeting the blonde girl again, which she had not, she still would not have pictured it happening in this way. What did one say to a person who had seen them dead? Should she make a comment on the girl’s speed, since she had accused Jeannie of being slow? That did not seem quite right either.
So she gave into her curiosity instead. The girl had used a word that she was unfamiliar with. Besides retarded. The other word. The one she had never heard ever before. “What is a zombie?”