6
Kym and I had been walking the Shanty Arcade parking lot for two hours. My feet were beginning to hurt. And so was my head. Kym had drilled me with questions for the first hour straight while I dodged and avoided.
“Can we sit down?” I asked, trying my hardest not to whine.
“Yeah, I could use a break.”
We found a vacant spot on the curb near the building and plunked down.
“I feel rather ridiculous in this uniform,” Kym said.
“That’s because you look ridiculous.”
She shot me an exasperated look. “You’re looking rather ridiculous too.”
“Yep. And somehow, I’m not surprised.”
“How do you think the ladies are doing in there?” Kym asked.
“Probably better than us,” I muttered, slipping off my shoes to rub my feet.
“I really don’t know what we’re supposed do out here,” Kym said. “There
