Someone is singing out in the aisle. “Hi, guys!” Pippa says from the doorway. “Got any work for me?” “Isn’t it a school day for you?” Ryan asks. “Isn’t it a school day for you?” she shoots back. “We have hours to go before normal humans start their days,” Ryan says. “Exactly. The sale’s coming up soon. May third. My dad and my uncle are both going to match however much I have saved by May second. Donuts!” “Help yourself,” I say. My appetite for donuts has disappeared. “Mmm…chocolate glazed. My favorite.” She takes a huge bite and while she’s chewing she looks us over. “What happened to you guys?” she asks, still chewing. The cut over Ryan’s eye has finally stopped bleeding, but there’s a big lump. A bruise is already forming around his eye. I shudder to think what my face looks like. “We had a little argument,” Ryan says, “over who has to muck stalls.” “Really?” Pippa asks, her eyes huge. “Something like that,” I say. She looks out into the aisle.
