“Come back soon, fresh meat,” called another. “Why do they keep calling you that?” whispered Sam. He sounded half freaked-out and half annoyed, which was sort of endearing. It had been a long time since anyone had wanted to defend my honor. “That’s what new derby girls are always called,” I said. “I haven’t been fresh meat for years. I’m old and tough and sort of spoiled now.” “Best description of you I’ve ever heard,” said Cylia.
