Chapter 22

What she’d said turned out to be true. Everyone refused to let us pay and we scored big, if you want it put in terms a ten year old would use, and believe me, that’s how we felt, like ten year olds on Christmas or something. And it wasn’t just clothes, it was everything else, shoes, shavers (ha-ha, well someday), music, electronics, books, and lunch. Everything. Ducky ate it up like she had either spawned us herself or caused the whole thing, tornado, life-saving dog, everything, all by herself. She really enjoyed it all almost as much as we did. Somehow, Brandon even scored a chauffeur’s cap.