I brushed previous him and went upstairs. Below, Juan cleared his throat. Rattler whispered some thing about giving me time to cool off. Don coughed and muttered that he had to make greater calls. Jeremiah didn't say some thing else, and he did not come after me.
MY HURT LASTED THE REST OF THE DAY. I stayed in my room, no longer trying to discuss to anyone, specially Bones. He'd left me alone, too, now not even trying to come upstairs.
But as the sky darkened, I decided I couldn't just hold sulking. I showered once more and went downstairs. Rodney had made dinner. God solely knew where he'd gotten the steaks from; he ought to have sent anybody to the store.
Don, seated at the table with my mother, gave me a wintry smile. "We have been simply discussing hiring Rodney to cook for the team
