The next day was Saturday, and the sky was a bright orange candy cane—the basic color striped with straight lines of bright white clouds. Martia slept in. She’d set today aside as a shopping day—and was hoping she could get her only friend here so far, Angela Yee, to come along with her. But since Angela Yee was a late-night person, Martia knew it would be impolite to call her before eleven a.m. Instead, she spent the morning sitting in Clementine’s, making lists of the things she needed to turn her bare apartment into a functioning home.
Finally Martia made it back home and called her friend. “I’m very mad at you,” Angela Yee said when Martia greeted her, though there was no heat in her voice.
“Me? What did I do?”
“It’s more like what you didn’t do. You didn’t tell me you were a new su
