Is it supposed to be fun or something? I don’t get it.” It’s lunchtime at school the next day, and Maggie and I are still talking about Chico and the trapper. I have lots of questions and no answers. “Where do you think fur coats come from?” Maggie says. “Trappers, that’s where. It’s all about money.” She acts tough, but I know how upset she is. Neither of us can stop thinking about the look in Chico’s eyes. Or about the leg that was amputated. David, Sunita, and Zoe are listening in as we finish our lunches. We still haven’t told them about the gun, but we told them everything else. “I thought they came from mink farms, which is bad enough,” Zoe says. “My mom used to have a mink jacket. Some movie producer gave it to her.” Zoe’s mom is an actress. She’s living in L.A., trying to get her career going, which is why Zoe is living with Maggie and Dr. Mac. “I made her give it away because it grossed me out. I mean, sure, it was super warm. And the fur was so soft!
