“Where’s Piikow?” she asked, looking around. “He’s not been feeling well. Kinda worries me.” She turned, surprised. “Worries you? He’s a Dreamer, Del. He’s the enemy.” “He is,” Del said. “And he’s a smart, funny, imaginative little fellow who didn’t deserve what happened to him or his family. I can hold both in my head.” “Just make sure it’s in your head, not your heart,” she said. “Good luck.”
