Hawke was going to find her, she knew, but she had to talk to J.J. first. And then she had to get to Hawke before Rianna did with her big red card. Her thoughts were jabbing at her like accusing fingers. Why hadn’t she gone to Hawke in the first place like J.J. had told her to? Why had she believed that Rianna going for the VIP award — however she could — wasn’t going to hurt anybody? What was all this going to do to her chances at ODP? If she didn’t get all of this worked out, she wasn’t going to be able to dribble without tripping over herself from the stress. Queen Esther had it easy compared to this. Lucy was almost to the Dreams’ table when Januarie was suddenly beside her, with Mustard Girl in tow. She was mustard-less and smiling. “See?” Januarie said. “We’re friends.” “Good.” Lucy looked over their heads at the table, but she couldn’t see J.J. “Yo-Yo knows stuff,” Januarie said. “Who’s — oh.” Lucy nodded absently at the chubbier-than-Januarie child.
