She inhaled deeply. The peaks and valleys that had made up the last few weeks of her life left her physically exhausted and emotionally drained. Elena entered the kitchen and sat in the chair. "How's it going?” She rested her elbows on the table and propped her head up with her hands. "Is Aunt June working late again?" "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. My grandparents are coming for a visit. Mom went to pick them up at the bus station." "You should have called me at the school. I would have stayed with..." "Hawk Carter?" Elena finished hopefully. Gillian let out a small giggle. "You have a one track mind." "So, how is your favorite Indian?" "I don't suppose you're talking about Gandhi?" she asked. "I stand corrected," Elena said. "How's your favorite Iroquois." "He's good." Elena wore the same mischievous grin Hawk usually flashed right before he said something to embarrass her. "Oh, yeah? How good is he?" Gillian scowled, and then broke out in a laugh.
