She grabbed Strickland and started to run off, then stopped and looked over her shoulder at me. “I guess it was the fridgeafator people,” she said, then corrected herself very carefully and seriously. “The ree-fridge-a-rator people.” My heart took a hard double beat in my chest. “It was the refrigerator people what, Ki?” I asked. “That said white nana didn’t really like me.” Then she ran off toward the juggler, oblivious to the heat.
