Donnelly takes another bite of jerky. “How come you ditched Frog?” He’s not accusatory like Ian. He just sounds curious. I crunch on a corn chip. “Because the purple people eaters told me to.” “Hate those purple-people-eating bastards.” I nod. “They’re nosy too. Snuck into my bedroom in the middle of the night and mentally transferred their histories to me.” “Yeah, no one sneaks into your bedroom but me,” he says, hushed.
