“When you meet Four Finger, just don’t stare, okay? He hates that.” Bagel shot a look at Cream Cheese.
“Yeah, sure.” Cream Cheese smiled at Bagel. But then his smile faltered. “What exactly is wrong with Forefinger?”
Bagel arched her right eyebrow. Cream Cheese still looked confused, so Bagel said, “He’s only got four fingers,” as though it were obvious.
It took a second, but then realization hit. “He’s only got forefingers?!”
“Jesus. Don’t make a fuss. He’s really sensitive about it. It was congenital or whatever, something weird happened during development.”
“I’ll say!”
Cream Cheese nodded absently to himself, imagining a person sporting only forefingers. It must look like the man with the 32 canine teeth: normal on first glance, horrifying on future viewings. “Forefingers. Jesus.”
“Yup,” Bagel agreed, “four fingers.”