Fifteen minutes.I can’t finish
eating and when it looks like Dylan’s done, I stand with my tray in
hand and head back to the counter. Dylan follows me. “You think
this is going to work?” he asks as I set my tray among the others
on the counter, waiting to be cleared.
“I don’t know,” I tell him. I step
aside and wait while he stacks his tray on top of mine. It wobbles
precariously but doesn’t fall.
I glance back at our table, where Shanley is
now getting to his feet and Parker is shoveling the rest of his
food into his mouth as quickly as he can. “I think it might,” Dylan
says. I get the feeling he’s only trying to fill the silence that
envelops us, close this distance that the colonists have sort of
forced upon us. “Do you think Shanley will get back in time?”
“Dylan,” I sigh as the others head our
way. “I don’t know.”
Beside me, Dylan frowns slightly and I’m
about to apologize for snapping at him, he knows I don’t know the