Allison jogged down the stairs with her leather jacket in her hand. Her parents were in the kitchen talking over cups of coffee.
"Hey, Mom, Dad," she said as she came in.
Hayley looked up. "Hi, sweetie. How are you feeling?"
"Better, thanks." She'd been in the bathroom for all of yesterday and most of this morning puking her guts up. She attributed it to food poisoning. She'd thought her sandwich had tasted funny but the date of the package of lunch meat said it was still good for another week. Oh, well. She felt much better this morning, which was good. She had a meeting with Emma and Renna.
"You want to try to eat anything?" her dad asked.
She shook her head but grabbed a bottle of juice from the fridge. "This'll work for now. I'm heading to talk with Deucalion's sisters. I'll eat s
