I squinted at Cathy’s ammunition and saw wrappers with white rabbits and Hello Kitty cats, boxes with sticks dipped in chocolate, rice crackers covered in sugar spots like snow. The snacks lay around me like my burial shroud. “You brought—Pocky?” I asked in disbelief. I had anticipated Cathy yanking me out of the library by my ankles, or at least sitting with me until I got annoyed enough to push her out, but these gifts were unforeseen and rather appreciated, leading me to forget my commitment to a frosty attitude.
