When she’s out of earshot, I shake my head at him. “Anyone would think you were the one who had the umbilical cord sixteen years ago. Anyway, the yellow bus came today,” I say, peeling the wrapper from an egg roll. “Huh.” “That’s it? ‘Huh’?” He shrugs. “I thought I told you, El. There were some schedule changes. Memo went out a few weeks ago.” He takes the egg roll from my hand. “You don’t really want another one of these. They’re all grease.” What I want to say is, Get your paws off my fucking egg roll. Instead, I go back to the real subject. “Do you even care who it picked up?” “Who?”
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