Chapter 6
“Fox!”
Really? My head was a mess, a pea soup muddle of fury, shame, shock, and sorrow. I couldn’t formulate a coherent thought, and didn’t know if I wanted to punch someone, hug someone, or just curl up into a ball on the airport bench and wait for the end. But I sure did recognize the eager Hip Hip Hooray attached to my name as it cut through the clouds like a knife.
“Fox!” again. Did this kid think there was gonna be a prize awarded at the end of the day to the dumbass who shouted my name the most times? Stand there and holler it all day, kid—there’s no way I’m looking up.
That was a thought which Thumper apparently read as if I had tweeted it. In seconds I felt his hand on my shoulder.
“Please go away.”
“Fox, are you okay? It’s me, Thumper.”
No duh. “This isn’t a good
