Chapter Twenty-Seven
“I like it at Miranda’s.” Mari bounced on her butt on her bed. “She has a much bigger house than we have here, and she knows all sorts of nice things to make with the food rations she gets.”
“Thanks, Mar.” I dug in my closet, trying to figure out which of my shirts fit the loosest.
“Are you telling me Lanni isn’t a good cook?” Walsh said.
I turned around and threw a shirt at him. “I’m a fine cook.”
“I help with the cooking,” Mari said. “And Miranda taught me how to make some new things.”
“Will I get to taste any of these delights?” Walsh furrowed his brow.
I could tell he was trying not to laugh at Mari, but she didn’t seem to notice.
“Are you staying for dinner?” Her bouncing got bigger.
“He’s going to be hanging out in here with us for a while.” I found my c
