And it’s not solely because she’s bigger, although she’d been surprised, when she first sat down, by the fact that her knees folded so sharply and were too high for her to cross her arms on, the way she used to do. The pavement is harder, too. Even though she’s gained all the weight that almost trapped Andrew and her in that air duct, the concrete presses uncomfortably on her sit-bones. It’s not exactly a surprise that she doesn’t fit here any more. Where in the world did she think she was going when she made her grand dramatic exit? What was she expecting? Gasps? Horrified protest? Two minutes later, Rose was probably imitating her. Did she think she was going back onto the street? To some friend’s house? The only friend she’s really made in the whole world is Andrew, and she doesn’t fit at Andrew’s house, either. And she won’t fit at school, not that she ever really did. He’ll talk about this sooner or later, she’s certain. It’s the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to him, judging from the stories he’s told her about his life.
