Chapter 4By the time I’d arrived for lunch on Tuesday, I wasn’t sure if I’d fit. There was Reed and Lydia, Kim and Becca sitting on one side of the long table, and Ryan, Candy, and Ryan Miller—whom we called Miller—across from them.
“Hi?” What in the actual f**k. I pulled up a chair and glared at Reed.
“Don’t worry,” Reed assured me. “They want to help.”
I gave Lydia a look—why wasn’t she reining Reed in—but she was busy marking their names off her f*****g list.
“That means we only have twelve people to worry about.”
“We don’t have to worry about Sal either,” Becca said, her and Kim bouncing in their chairs. “I mentioned the peanut clusters. He’s a little pissed, but he’s not picking up any purple polka dot packages.”
That was something.
“Great.”
We talked quietly together, everyon
