She didn’t even feel the sunglasses being stolen off her head. The thieves – two long-haired, pimply teenagers in a crumbling pickup truck – stopped a few hundred yards away, hung out the windows, and waved them at her while shouting gleefully in a language she didn’t recognize. Still unsure, Emmy touched her head to confirm they were gone. ‘Why are those kids screaming at us?’ Adriana asked, looking puzzled. ‘Are they trying to sell us those sunglasses?’ Answering felt like an overwhelming task. Emmy’s tongue was thick, unresponsive. It seemed like it should be quite simple to explain that those were her sunglasses, but no amount of effort on her part produced any actual sound. Apparently Leigh didn’t get it, either. ‘Tell them you don’t need any sunglasses, that you just bought a pair,’ she slurred. ‘But I do need a pair,’ Emmy croaked. She waved listlessly in the general direction of the boys, who had just thrown the truck into drive and were moving toward the airport exit.
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