“Let’s live here,” I say into their shirts. “Somewhere like here, when we’re done with all of it, yeah? We’ll all have our own houses. I can sit on my porch and throw shit at you guys on yours whenever I’m in a bad mood. You’ll need to be away from the river so whatever chemical stuff you’re messing with can’t seep in accidentally, but then, June, you can grow all the poison plants you like in your garden. And we’ll need to have at least two bedrooms apiece to rotate Nova around, whenever she burns down her house. We might need a wall in case Jenny tries to siege, but otherwise we’ll be good.”
