Twenty-Three
“I’m all for women’s liberation,” Christopher said around his fork. “But I’d keep you locked in a kitchen with the way you bake, El.”
Ellie giggled and served him another helping of her pie. I was too busy unbuttoning the top of my jeans to feel an ounce of jealousy. He was right. Ellie was a master with an oven. She said it all came down to science. A recipe, she insisted, was a procedure. And she was good at following procedures.
Around the table, everyone shared stories of their day. Hawk and Eagle groaned about a particularly tricky car repair. I chatted with Ellie and Owl about a book we had all read. Kira and Christopher chatted about a television show they were both watching.
And then the conversations changed. Hawk and Kira argued over a super hero comic book. Owl
