“I usually say ‘yes, the color is real’.” I looked at the boys. “For the other one, I smile sweetly, look innocent and say, ‘No, I don’t have a soul, can I have yours?’” They burst out laughing. “That usually shuts them up.” “Yeah, that’ll do it.” Ethan was the first to stop laughing. The guys started opening their lunch bags. Miles stopped and looked at me quizzically. “Why would you answer them at all?”
