“Nothing is fair where this family is concerned. These trials will test who you already are; there is nothing you can do to prepare. You must simply be yourselves and live your lives.” She glanced at her watch, and a second later the hallway clock chimed the quarter hour. “This includes work.” Fiona sat and stewed, working up her courage to demand that Grandmother tell them more about the family. Why did working at a pizzeria matter anymore? Eliot stood. “See you later,” he muttered. “Thanks for breakfast, Cee.” He marched to the door. Fiona was dumbfounded for a moment—then raced after him, but not before he’d grabbed the larger bag. She shouldered past him and tore down the stairs. It felt good to run (and to beat her brother), but as she pushed through the steel security door and out into the open, she saw that he wasn’t running behind her. He ambled outside and shuffled down the street without a word to her. She marched alongside him. The arguing she could take.
