I snort with laughter at Ryan’s crazy exclamation. The road is a long, boring place to be, especially without an iPod, or the radio—I’m almost even sorry I tossed Silas’s CD! Without technology or radio, we’ve actually resorted to talking to each other. “How do you know?” he challenges, but there’s laughter in his eyes. “I’m not gonna lie,” Silas chimes in from the driver’s side, “I miss me some Mickey D’s.” I roll my eyes at them both. When I’d asked Ryan what meal he would go back and eat again before the world ended, I had expected something a little more sophisticated than a Big Mac with super-sized fries. “What about you then, princess?” Silas asks, and I’m surprised that he’s getting into our game. The miles fly by outside the window. We haven’t had a problem since we left the house that Sunny has dubbed ‘the bad puppy house,’ and it’s nearly noon.
