"What's a six-letter word for diatribe?" Evan said. Joss shook his head at him, staring at the hologram. Evan sighed and leaned back. He had been that way for a good while now, not very communicative at all. Evan's grandmother would have said he looked"fey," which meant grim and dangerous to most people, but with Evan's grandmother the word had been meant to indicate any expression she didn't like the look of. As a rule, she would hit anyone who was wearing such an expression, as hard as she thought appropriate for their age, and ask, ' 'What's up your tail, then?" Evan wouldn't have minded having his grandmother around at the moment. But there was someone else he would have preferred having around even more. "Penny for them," he said to Joss. "Huh?" "I said, a penny for your thoughts." Joss stretched and sat back, faking an annoyed expression. "I would have thought they were worth more." Evan's mouth set wryly. ' 'Some might think so. But are they people who know you?" 'You're no help," Joss said.
