the only ice I was interested in was the kind that chilled my beverages. Especially the little pebble kind from Sonic that Bee had introduced me to. How was it so incredibly superior?
she produced two Capri-Sun pouches from somewhere mysterious. “Here. Consolation prizes.” I took the metallic pouch and stared down at it. “How do I . . .”
“We’ll have to talk to them,” I explained carefully. “And then they’ll talk to us. And then we’ll try to leave, but they’ll keep talking. Do you see it now? The horror?”
It looks like Clayton came through with the twenty-foot tree.” He smirked. “Apparently, he cut it down from his parents’ backyard. He said, and I quote, ‘My mom is pissed.’”