Chapter 59

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