He seemed very sorry. "Sorry, all I could find were these." He held up a bag of Cheetos and a bag of pretzels.
Kellan laughed softly as he held out my hand and I gave Denny a sweet smile. Cheetos please. Denny frowned, but gave them to me and Kellan laughed harder.
We finished our "nutritious" breakfast, and then I called my parents (collect, no less) to let them know we were here and safe. Denny and Kellan caught up on their years apart while I chatted with my family. The only phone in the house was an olive green, corded, seventies-looking contraption in the kitchen, and Denny and Kellan's stories got louder and funnier as they sat at the table and reminisced. I had to look at them a couple of times, non-verbally asking them to be quiet so I could hear my parents. Of course, they thoug
