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WITH MY
PEEPS
KATHERINE HIGGS
COULTHARD
CONTENTS
Untitled
Dedication
Acknowledgments
1. Which Came First?
2. Empty Nest Syndrome
3. Birds of a Feather
4. You Gotta Crack a Few
5. Nobody Here But Us Chickens
6. Scrambled
7. Fine Feathered Friends
8. Coming Home to Roost
9. Over Easy
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
critical time.
The teachers and young authors at
Michiana Writers Center who spend
their summers writing with me.
My family
My father, who showed me how to
work hard and get things done.
My brother, who taught me early in
life to see the ridiculousness in the
everyday.
Christopher, whose sense of humor
informs all my work.
Katie, whose tenaciousness helps me
see that working hard pays off.
Laura, whose editorial skills and
was a stretch.
Dad lifted a corner of the low roof. I
stood on my tiptoes to peek inside.
Eighty-six beady eyes stared back at me.
Arent they crowded?
Dad shrugged. They like to stay
close together to keep warm.
A shelf ran three quarters of the way
around the top of the wall. Spaced at
regular intervals were shallow bowled
indentations. Whats that for?
For laying.
Were gonna have eggs? When?
Dad fluffed up like a proud parent.
Any day.
No
there yesterday.
I glanced down at the wall. The cord
to the freezer lay unplugged on the
linoleum. I bent down to reconnect it, but
stopped when I saw a small piece of
tape across the outlet with the word
NO! scribbled in black marker.
We cant use the plug?
Another grunt.
There had to be something edible in
the fridge, even if it was lukewarm. I
opened the door.
Shut the door.
Opened the door again.
Empty. The whole thing was empty. I
at Christmas.
And all Id given him was a mustard
packet.
over-the-cereal.
Crap. Crap. Crap. What if the whole
flock of them was waging a cluck-in in
our front yard? Any second a neighbor
would drive by andI ran out front. A
car honked and I braced myself for the
crunch of chicken bones under tires, but
there was not one single chicken in sight.
The car slowed and Mrs. Underdown
leaned out the window to wave at me.
Everything all right, Samantha?
Oh, yeah, Ium... I plastered a
fake smile all over my face. Lost a
button.
Want a hand? Im great at finding
something.
No sign of them in the backyard.
Shane walked along the huge hedge that
separated our house from Deer Forest,
parting the bush every few feet and
peering in as if he expected to find the
hens playing cards in their new secret
hideout.
Out front another car slowed. Mom
yelled a, Thanks, were fine. I cursed
the kindness of neighbors. We had to find
those freaking chickens. The time for
delicacy was through. I grabbed a stick
and started poking it randomly at the
hedge.
BIRDS OF A FEATHER
M onday,
boys.
sort of comfort.
Some teacher passed sheets of paper
out to empty chairs in the library. No
way did I want to be the first person in
thereId be branded teachers pet right
off the bat. I edged back out the door
before Mrs. Whoever could see me and
made a detour to the bathroom.
Taylor and one of the Pops leaned
against the sink, reapplying lipstick. I
ducked into a stall and thoroughly
papered the toilet seat so I could sit
(fully clothed) on the toilet while they
primped and talked about some guy I
didnt know. I glanced at my watch,
Completely embarrassed.
Sami, I said. My voice sounded
like Id gargled with sandpaper. Miss
Harmon tilted her head like she hadnt
quite heard me, so I cleared my throat
and said it again. A few kids laughed.
Well, come on in, Sami. Weve got
a few seats left.
I stepped toward the nearest table,
only then noticing the group already
clustered there.
The Pops.
Taylor gave me the same superior
smile she had in the bathroom. Her
fellow Pop flashed a toothy, lip-sticked
me a Beetle.
Cool. What color? There, that
wasnt so hard. Just a normal
conversation.
Taylor leaned forward on her
elbows. I cant decide. Mom says
white. I want red
Pink,
the
lip-sticked
Pop
interrupted. Gotta be pink. With white
flowers. Then we can do the whole
vanity plate thing.
Arent you supposed to be
interviewing her? Taylor pointed to the
Pops neglected partner who wiggled
her fingers all hello-remember-me?
socks.
Hello? Taylor said.
Dont have one.
Okay...
I thought of telling her that my life
sucked. Instead I laughed and discreetly
slipped my shoes off. My lifes so great
I cant pick one day.
She looked skeptical. Before she
could push it, I threw out the next
question. Whos your favorite actor?
That old guy who played Hannibal
Lecter. Hes so creepy I couldnt sleep
for three days.
Encouraged by her grin I said, You
sew.
Sew? I asked. She had to be
joking.
One minute, Miss Harmon warned.
Two bright swatches of pink flared
on Taylors cheeks. Great-Gran taught
me to sew little outfits for my dolls
when I was younger. She kept her voice
low, as if confessing to having stolen a
kitten or something.
The lip-sticked Pop leaned down to
retrieve her pen.
I leaned toward Taylor, dropped my
voice to match hers. Waityou actually
sew?
leg.
I kicked some leaves at him. Out of
the way, munch.
He brushed the leaves off his book
and scooted over. I pulled the screen
door open, but when I reached for the
front door handle, Shane made a small
noise in the back of his throat. I glared at
him. What?
Nothing, he said. I just wouldnt
go in there.
I started to ask why, but Moms
voice edged through the crack. Im just
saying, maybe you could apply there.
I should have shut the door, but the
doorway.
He didnt even brake.
I picked up Shanes book and
brushed bits of crushed leaves off the
cover. Mom retreated back into the
house, slamming the door behind her.
My stomach churned like I was
strapped on one of those death trap rides
at the Apple Festivalsurrounded by
yards of twisted metal, strung together
with duct tapelike any minute the
whole ride could just fall apart and Id
be hanging there in mid-air unable to
believe how messed up real life can get.
I scooped up Fluffykins and tossed
Factories
closing,
businesses
liquidating. Dad had been the foreman
on his shift and now Mom wanted him to
take a job as amy eyes seized on an ad
in the middle of the pagecost
coordinator.
Waitwhat? Dad didnt know the
first thing about managing money.
I scanned the other ads. Book keeper.
Tax consultant. Auditor.
All jobs Mom held before getting her
position at St. Matt's.
park?
Dad eyed me suspiciously, but led
me to the truck. Several cardboard boxes
lined the bed. Got a space at the old
FM. Rents a bit much, but if we start in
right away, Im sure we can make up for
that. No one else there has eggs.
The old FM?
Farmers Market. Usually theyre
full, but I got Bob Beigers old spot.
Talking to Dad reminded me of those
movies you needed subtitles to
understand. What happened to Bob
Beiger?
Heart attack! I was talking to the
Prob.
Dad had seen way too many
SCRAMBLED
Guess I didnt.
Shane stopped shuffling around the
cartons and looked at me, his eyes all
how-could-you-just-leave-me-like-that?
Poor little kid. He counted on me and I
just forgot about him. I put my hand on
his shoulder, lining up an apology.
Before I could say anything he said,
Sorry about ditching you last night.
Oh, Shane, you must have been so
Wait, what?
Shane ducked his head. Dad
already grounded me, so no lectures
from you, okay?
You ditched me? Youre grounded?
Daaaddy dear.
As soon as I stepped in the kitchen, I
could tell Mom and Dad had been
arguing again. It was the way Moms
splayed fingers pressed on the counter
and the teeth-gritted tenseness in Dads
jaw. I changed tacks and gave them both
a brilliant smile. Good morning, Mom.
Just loading up all these eggs for Dad.
Got some more for me?
Dad passed me another box and I
exited stage left.
Theyre fighting again, I told
Shane.
Yep, he said.
ended up here.
sandwich...
Marta, I said, meaning to ask how
she felt about PB and banana
sandwiches. But her eyes had that faraway look again so I picked up the toast
and tried to feed her another bite. This
time her teeth stayed shut and she shook
her head like a little kid. I shrugged and
tossed the toast in the trash.
One bite was a good start.
I picked up her tiny cup of milk,
expecting it to be empty. But it wasnt.
One chewed up clump of toast floated on
top of the milk. I knew just how it felt.
black leggings.
I grabbed a leftover slice of pizza
and asked Dad for a ride to the movies.
After grilling me over who would be
there, he agreedexcept when we got
there he was all I-have-to-meet-thesegirls.
No.
Way.
If the truck wasnt evidence enough
that I didnt fit in with them, an
unemployed father in raggedy jeans with
uncombed hair would be.
Dad! I whined, stalling long
enough for my brain to catch up. Were
the way.
Well, I
Shhh! The movies starting,
Aislinn said.
Good thing Taylor took her popcorn
or Jennifer might have ended up wearing
it.
When the movie ended, I trailed the
Pops out of the theater listening to them
squeal over how cute so-and-so was and
how theyd all been surprised at the
ending when he kissed the other girl.
Jennifers mom waited out front and
everyone flowed right out the door and
into her van without so much as a see
ya later in my direction.
I stood there for fifteen minutes
waiting for Dad. When he pulled up, he
was all, Where are your friends?
I just shrugged and climbed into the
truck. Slouched against the window.
Prepared myself for a lecture on
responsibility or some quippy remark
meant to cheer me up. Miraculously, Dad
drove back to the house without saying
one single word.
Some
McMansion.
Before I could ring the doorbell, the
door opened and Jennifer smirked at me
through a crack big enough to let out her
pouty lips, but not the two little
Chihuahuas trying to squeeze past her.
What are you doing here? she asked.
I apologized and then realized I was
invited. I didnt have to explain myself
to Jennifer. Can I talk to Taylor,
please?
What are yousome kind of
stalker? Cant you tell when someone
doesnt like you?
I sure could tell Jennifer didnt like
grins.
He fired back one of his Im-notstupid-so-fess-up frowns.
Time to change the subject. What
are you working on?
New fertilizing method.
I nodded as if that were the most
logical answer in the world.
Dad handed me a mini-rake and I
hung my book bag from the handle of the
wheelbarrow. Busting clumps of eggcoated dirt relaxed me in a mindnumbing kind of way.
Wanna talk? he asked after a bit.
Nope.
declared it a Sabatini.
The purse of all purses. The ticket
into the inner sanctum of Pops.
Except.
If a Sabatini was so great, how come
Taylor didnt have one? She had
everything else, all the best brands. I
couldnt imagine her not being able to
order a Sabatini online.
The pale beacon of Moms laptop
screen glowed from the kitchen counter.
I jiggled the mouse and the computer
hummed to life.
I typed Sabatini in the search box.
Gabriela Sabatini. Rafael Sabatini.
jerk?
My mouth filled with saliva and I
swallowed hard. I so did not want to
throw down with Taylor, but sometimes
the best defense equaled a good offense.
Me? How about you? Why are you such
a jerk? Go find someone else to laugh
at.
What are you talking about?
Like she didnt know. I could almost
hear the rest of the Pops giggling and
shushing each other from around the
corner. I slammed my locker and picked
up my backpack to leave, but something
about the look on Taylors face stopped
Fourtyfour!
Josh, I said, but she had already
dialed the phone.
Oh man was right. I thought we just
covered the fact that Jennifer blew me
off and lied to Taylor about it. Now
Taylor was calling her up like nothing
had happened. I muttered that I had to
use the restroom and pulled the red door
shut on my way out. I found Sally in the
kitchen and asked for a glass of water.
She handed me a fancy green bottle
from the fridge. Here you go, hon.
I thanked her and wandered back
into the white room. I gazed out the wall
OVER EASY
forget it!
Sami. Moms hands squeezed the
steering wheel so hard her knuckles
blanched.
Just drive already.
She inhaled and blew the air out
through her nose.
Mom!
She breathed in again. Dad is going
through a tough time right now, she
began, but I cut her off.
I know, but I have to get to school.
I shoved the oatmeal at Shane and
opened my door.
Sami Mom called, but I jumped
matre de.
Thats great! Taylor squeezed my
arm. We were just there last month, so I
can fill you in on all the details and
youll sound so posh. Plus we can rent
the video of Hairspray and watch it
while were making the Sabatinis.
She dashed off to class, but I just
stood there with my head spinning. No
way was I going to be able to keep up
with Taylor Statton when I couldnt even
afford a five-dollar school lunch.
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him a question.
She didnt.
I cleared my throat.
Twice.
Taylor stared at Josh like someone
had poured chocolate all over him. I let
out a slow breath. I grabbed my
notebook and scanned the questions,
selecting one at random. What has been
the hardest part of the season for you? I
asked.
Josh tipped his head, as if
considering the question, but then eyed
Taylor all why-is-she-staring-at-me. I
shrugged. Um. I guess the hardest thing
him.
Yeah, until he rambled on and on
about football. Taylor gave an
exaggerated yawn.
We were interviewing him about
football. What did you expect him to talk
about?
Taylor shrugged. On the way home,
she announced that I was spending the
night at her house. Just swing by Samis
house so she can grab her stuff, she told
Sally.
Several scenarios flashed through
my head. I could do what they always
did on TVcome up with a lame-
ingredients.
French toast? Taylor asked.
No, Eggs Benedict, Sally said. My
stomach lurched at the thought of eggs
again, but Taylor made little yum-yum
happy noises. Sally leaned into the
fridge for something, telling us over her
shoulder that shed made a special trip
to the Farmers Market because one of
the neighbors had mentioned these new
eggs. Then she turned around holding a
carton ofDads eggs. I could tell by
the sloppiness of the sell by date
scrawled on the side. Thank goodness he
reused old egg cartons and didnt do
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SOMETHING TO CROW
ABOUT
Thank
rooster. Cock-a-DOO-dle-doooooooo!
Sebastians crow seemed measly in
comparison to Dad and Shane crowing
louder and louder, trying to drown each
other out.
The Underdowns floodlights lit up
our backyard.
Oops, Dad said. Too loud?
Nah, Shane said and opened his
mouth as if to crow again, but Sebastian
let forth with the mother of all crows.
Not to be outdone, the rooster in the next
stall let out a crow of its own. Kind of
mournful and sad. Then the other
roosters joined in. If I thought Dad and
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with chickens.
The dying-goose honk of bus brakes
announced Shanes arrival. Usually the
next sound would be the slam of the
screen door followed by pounding music
or blaring gunfire. Instead Shane let out
a whoop and screamed, CRAP!
I could understand why Taylor
thought the TV box might hold a TV, but
Shane should know better. He was
probably imagining how great his space
alien shootout game would look on the
new big screen. Before I could tell him
that there was no way that was a TV,
Shane climbed in the truck bed to read
fertilized eggs.
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M om wasnt as
upset as I thought
shed be. I thought thered be another
behind-closed-doors fight, but there
wasnt. In fact, she wouldnt even
Taylor waved a hand at me, all yeahyeah. She leaned forward and
whispered, When do they hatch?
Id been practicing my apology all
night, but Taylor hadnt even heard it.
Her eyes shone with that excitement Dad
gets at the start of a new project. Um,
like a month, I think.
Maybe we should do an article on
thatraising chickens in your kitchen
or something.
I stared at her. Hmmm, let me think
about that. Me, bare my soul to the
whole school?
No.
Way.
Speaking of articles... I pulled out
the rewrite of the Sports Report.
Taylor grabbed it and skimmed it
quickly. Miss Harmon will love this!
At school we raced straight to Miss
Harmons room. She sat behind her desk,
typing furiously. I rapped on the open
door, but Taylor rushed in before Miss
Harmon even looked up.
Heres a rewrite of our Sports
Report article, she said, thrusting the
paper across the desk.
Miss Harmon clasped her hands all
oh-dear-me. Taylor, she said, I
So,
microwave?
I shrugged. Probably broke like the
screen door and the garbage disposal,
but I didnt tell her that.
Shane said something from the next
room. I would have sworn he wasnt
home. What? I called back. No
answer. I peered into the darkened living
room. A dim light came from behind the
couch, where Shane lay reading by
flashlight. Whatd you say?
Powers out.
Okay, so maybe there were more
ways to die of embarrassment than Id
thought.
research.
I recognized the look on Taylors
face. It was the same one I must have
had when she accepted me as her
NewsCrew partner.
She followed me down the road to
the bus stop. Where are we going?
St. Matts.
Saint who? she asked. The bus
wheezed to a stop and I handed the
driver my crumpled dollar bill. Taylor
tried to hand him a credit card.
Are you kidding me? he said.
Sadly, she was not. I dont carry
cash, Taylor explained.
called out.
As soon as she stepped onto the
sidewalk, I grabbed Taylors arm and
quick-stepped her toward the door.
Behind us Gene shouted, Hey-ho! Is
that our Sami?
I gave Gene a huge hey-there-niceto-see-you-gotta-go-were-in-a-hurry
wave. He walked toward us, already
talking about how great it was to see me
again and how thrilled he was that I
brought a friend.
I willed the large SUV that had
stopped a few feet away to lurch into
gear and plow straight into the side of
to show up and
Oh, thank God! Alice cried from
down the hall. Were so short today.
Wash up quick, girls. Dinners pert near
ready.
Um, sorry, we um... I gave Taylor
my Ill-get-us-out-of-this look.
But Taylor was already following
Alice toward the kitchen. Come on,
Sami, she called over her shoulder.
They need our help.
While Taylor scrubbed her hands, I
pulled Alice aside. Hows Marta?
Oh, baby, that stubborn mule got
herself in the hospital. Wont eat a
blasted thing.
In the hospital? Since when?
Been in a few days. Since Saturday,
maybe.
On Saturday Id been at Taylors
sipping lattes. Maybe if Id been here, I
could have gotten her to eat something.
Alice patted my arm, like she could read
my thoughts. Nobodys fault, girl. We
all been trying to convince her to eat, but
that woman's just hungry for her family.
Taylor came over and asked me to
help her tie her apron. I grabbed a
couple of plastic hairnets from the
cabinet and snapped one on Taylor. I
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Where
Even Mom.
Taylor! Dad shouted. Dom!
Havent seen you around much. He
wrapped a big bear arm around each of
them.
Hey, Mr. Duggan. Heard youre
giving birth today.
Dads grin widened to fill his whole
face. I swear if the man had some cigars
hed have passed them out right then.
Water droplets clung to the inside of
the chick-ubator. Mom rubbed at the
fogged up glass with her sleeve. Looks
like a sauna in there, she said. Are you
sure its not too hot?
to succeed at somethinganything. It
didnt matter that hatching eggs was
something brainless hens could do; Dad
had done it. Maybe this one little
triumph could start him on a roll.
Shane insisted on cooking spaghetti
for dinner. By himself. Dad winked at
Shane and herded the rest of us out the
back door. Gotta show you something.
Scraps of wood littered the
backyard. A structure that resembled a
miniature corral took up a quarter of the
porch. Two lights hung above it on
clamps.
Gonna have yourself a rodeo?
suggested.
Naw, Dads supposed to pick up
pizza. On his way home. From the dog
food plant. He directed those last
words at Taylor. She smiled back at him,
apparently unaware of his latent anger.
After Dom left, Taylor asked an
innocent question about boneless
chicken breasts and Dad rambled on
about all the great ways to use dark meat
until Shane came out and yelled, Your
noodles are getting gluey.
We followed him into the kitchen.
Happy chicky day, he said, motioning
to the breakfast nook where our dinner
warm.
Taylor rubbed the chick against her
cheek. Shes so soft.
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THE SCHWARZENCHICKEN
FAMILY REUNION
tray.
Pip! Chrysanthemum said to us,
then Pip! she said to the other chicks.
Pip! they all cried back and then
Chrysanthemum and her fifteen sisters
descended on that food tray like an army
of ants at a school picnic.
Whatever.
No, youre taking that the wrong
way, Miss Harmon assured me after the
meeting. She dragged me over to where
Mrs. Vitale was packing up her
materials. Can you explain to Sami
what you mean when you say she needs a
more human angle?
Mrs. Vitale shoved the last pile of
newspapers in her bag and straightened
up. Of course. I just think that you have
a lot of information there, but no real
face for readers to associate that
information with. You need to show us
how all thisthe cut backs on funding,
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with shoppers.
Behind the counter of Franks Farm
Fresh Eggs Dad shuffled stuff around
like he did every day, preparing for the
rush of customers that never came.
Fresh eggs! Dad called out. I shrank
lower in my seat. People milled past
like we didnt exist.
I dont think they can hear you,
Shane said.
Dad rummaged under the counter and
popped up holding a megaphone. I
knew thisd come in handy. He flipped
a switch and the thing squawked to life.
Farm fresh eggs! Dad called. The
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POLLOS LOCOS
Y oure
my house.
Crap.
By the time we got to my house, a
beige minivan already sat in the drive.
Jennifer leaned out the window and
yelled to me. Whats up, Sami?
Crap. Crap. Crap.
Except...
All the reasons it would suck to have
the meeting at my house had
disappeared.
The junk in the backyardgone.
Chick-ubator on kitchen table
gone.
And a light glowed in the kitchen
Taylor.
I stepped over chickens and pushed
past Newsies, trying to get to the door
before Taylor came in. I found her in the
front yard, staggering through the snow,
her arms stacked with food trays.
Wait! she called as everyone pulled
out cell phones to summon their rides.
Whats wrong? Wait! She stumbled up
the porch steps and stared at me all
wide-eyed. What happened?
I could feel everyone watching to
see what I would say, what Taylor
would do. Even Jennifer stopped yelling
into her cell. But Taylor didnt seem mad
mode.
Oh crap! When did they get here? I
ducked back in the stairwell, but Taylor
grabbed my arm.
Whats wrong?
I pointed to my dad. If the chickens
werent bad enough, now hes telling
one of his stories.
Taylor held my arm tight and pivoted
me to face the scene. Give him some
credit, Taylor said. Hes not going to
do anything to embarrass you.
Since when?
Obviously Taylor didnt know my
dad as well as I did. I could tell by the
Heard
mumbled
something-something-SamiDuggan. Someone else giggled. Soft
bock-bock-bock noises whispered off
the pea-green tiles, multiplied by echoes
and a chorus of who knew how many
other voices. I stayed in my stall until the
bell rang and the clucking faded off into
the hallway.
But I couldnt stay in there forever.
Jennifer spotted me as soon as I
stepped into the main hall. Bock-babock-bock! she cried. Heads turned,
smirks widened. The story of my dads
chicken escapades whipped down the
crowded hall like wildfire. By lunch I
space.
Um, hi? Aislinn said.
Brunette Pop glanced over her
shoulder. Hey, Ais, she said,
scooching over to make room for
Aislinn. But when Aislinn tried to make
room for us, Jennifer gave a loud, UhHUM. The Pop next to Aislinn jutted
out an elbow to fill the empty space.
Really? Taylor said. Youre
going to justjust
I linked my arm through hers and
guided her away. Who needs them? I
asked. But I could tell by the tears in her
eyes that even Taylors force field
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weekend sulking.
Why dont we play a board game?
Dad suggested, trying to put some
holiday spirit into us. I was too busy
obsessing over how we could get Marta
into St. Matts kitchen to play something
as stupid as Monopoly. I curled up on
my bed and doodled while my brain
refused to come up with one single idea.
By Monday morning I still had
nothing.
Got a plan? Taylor asked as she
slid into the bus seat next to me.
Nope.
No prob, she said. I do!
short
dark-skinned
woman
she
introduced as Brisha. Brisha stood to
shake Dads hand, but before Taylor
could explain why we were all there, the
bathroom door opened and a familiar
voice cried, Susie!
You stole Marta!
No, we borrowed her, Taylor
corrected.
Dads eyes bugged out, all whathave-you-done.
Marta hurried across the room with
her arms out and I braced for the hug, but
instead she grabbed the bag of green
apples out of my hand and dumped them
Brisha is family.
Marta ripped the papery husks from
the apples and sliced them in half on a
cutting board. Lined them up in neat
rows on a baking sheet. Sally took the
tray and slipped it into the oven.
All this to make some soup, huh?
Dad asked.
Brisha shook her head. Not just
some soup. Martas famous, you know.
Back in her village, her family ran a
restaurant for three generations. Marta
specialized in Sopa de Pollos Locos.
Crazy Chicken Soup? Taylor
asked.
Brisha nodded.
So wheres her family? Someones
gotta be looking for her, right?
Probably. Talking to Marta makes
me think shes suffering from some kind
of memory loss. She doesnt remember
her last name or where exactly shes
from. She cant even tell me the names
of her friends or family.
Thats not trueshe keeps asking
for Tommy Teo. If we can find him
Brisha cut me off. Tommy Teo? You
think thats a person?
Well, yeah. She keeps asking for
him. I thought I found him at the
hi, Sami.
J-Dawg?
Uh-huh.
Oh. Well. Should have seen that
one coming. Wanna help with
murdering some innocent poultry?
Sure. You know me, always down
for a good clean slaughter.
In the background Taylor said,
Shes not kidding.
Sure, J-Dawg repeated, but his
voice cracked.
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NO GUTS, NO GLORY
just-happened.
Maybe you should go home now, I
said. My voice sounded all squeezed off,
like someone had pressed my head
through one of those cones.
Taylor hesitated. Um, Ill stay out
here and help your dad, okay?
I couldnt even nod.
Mom sat at the breakfast nook with
her head in her hands, her hair split in
big random clumps where her splayed
fingers parted it.
Mom? I said in my squeezed-off
voice.
She didnt look up.
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Gene walked right past Dom and JDawg, Taylor and Shane, and pulled my
door open. This is so great, Sami, he
said over and over as he linked his arm
in mine like we were off to see the
Wizard. I swear, he was more excited
than I was.
Alice glowered as we entered her
kitchen. Her crew had just finished
cleaning up from breakfast. Everything
gleamed and reeked lemony freshness.
If youve never made soup from
scratch, its a whole lot different than
nuking one of those prepackaged cups.
That takes about thirty seconds. This
What?
You actually let the chickens sleep
in your bed? J-Dawg asked. I blinked at
him, too stunned to respond. He was
looking at me funny and talking way too
loud, in the same all-the-worlds-a-stage
kind of voice the Pops used. He jerked
his head twice. In your bed. With you?
he repeated with more head jerks. I just
stared at him.
Dom must have gotten some clue
from J-Dawgs head jerks because Dom
sat up and bellowed, All of them?
My eyes burned and a lump formed
in my throat. I could take that crap from
here.
What? Youd go to another
school? Taylors fake stage voice was
even louder than her usual stage voice.
Are you kidding? Id have to.
Taylor shushed us, still in
performance mode. A few seconds later,
her shoulders slumped. Whew! Theyre
gone.
I couldnt help glancing over my
shoulder. No sign of the Pops. Did they
buy it?
Guess well have to wait to find
out.
We didnt have to wait long. As soon
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SUNNY SIDE UP