them. “Hey, KC,” I said. “Hey,” she said, barely looking up from her book. “So … who’s that in the sink?” “It’s a stingray.” Several questions came to my mind, like whose stingray it was, why it was in the sink, how KC had gotten into our apartment, and where Joanne was. On reflection, though, I realized none of these things was actually a problem for me, so I just went to the library. I
The crabs
