Expert

“What do you want, Phyla?” Nebula asks tiredly.“I still don’t understand why he had to leave. Starlord.”“If he knew how easy it was to convince all of you to call him that, he’d probably still be here, beaming every time he heard you say it,” sighs her favourite grownup. “Why don’t you...”“So you never call?” she continues, ignoring what was no doubt going to be a request for her to run along and play. “Why?”“Because I don’t have to. All I have to do is wait. He’ll call me every few days. With all the horrible advice he can think of.”