I didn’t remember any of that; I must have been out cold. I smiled into my pillow as my twisted side came out to play. “That’s his story, but I don’t buy it,” I told the boys, sounding doubtful. “I think he just wanted to lie on my blanket. Get him, Zeke.” I hid my smile into my pillow as I heard footsteps over the wood floor. Isaac’s arm was pulled off me. “That’s cold, Red, real cold,” Isaac told me as Zeke pulled him away from me, dragging him along the floor.
