Todd licked at the trickles of melted mint chocolate chip ice cream dripping down his wrist. “Not that I don’t love the big sis taking me out for ice cream, but it’s been a long time since I got beat up at school. What are we doing here, Ems?” “I needed to talk to you.” She smiled and nodded emphatically at him. Todd stared at her, tongue poking into the corner of his mouth. “Okay, one, why do your words and your body movements not match at all? And B, what’s wrong with your house? There’s cable television there. Though,” he paused, taking a bite of his cone. “No ice cream. We should stop at the store on the way back and get some.” “You’re eating ice cream now, Todd.” She rolled her eyes. “We’re here because... well, I’m not entirely sure why. I had it all worked out in my head how it was less suspicious if we talked out in public, but now that I think about it, that doesn’t make any sense.” She stabbed her froyo repeatedly. “And the nodding and smiling?” She sucked a cool spoonful of the creamy treat.
