chapter 6
Nic
“Oh my God. The grocery store is actually called Piggly Wiggly. Who does that?” Bianca gawked at the sign as we stood outside the entrance. She shook her head in disbelief.
I laughed as we walked through the entrance. “Now that’s what I call a name.”
“You would think that, Nic. Everything about this town is backward. And it smells funny.”
“It’s the manure.”
“Eww.” She wrinkled her nose.
“It isn’t that bad. I hardly notice it now. All I can smell is your perfume. Really, Bianca, how much of that stuff did you put on?”
“It’s better than smelling cow doo-doo.” She bounced over to a stack of red grocery baskets, her ponytail and red and white ribbons swinging as she moved. There was something about wearing a cheerleader uniform that made her all bouncy like that. “You can
