Chapter 10
“Dinner’s up!” Andy announced brightly, bringing the tray into Scooter’s office, where Billie sat, carefully rolling silverware into napkins for tomorrow’s lunch. She’d probably have already begged off to go upstairs and watch TV, now that her homework was done, except they had decided she should earn the money to replace Michael Mann’s ruined T-shirt.
She looked up eagerly—any distraction was a good distraction, Andy figured—until he put the plate down in front of her.
“Ugggggh, cheeseburger again?” she whined.
“You said you didn’t want the fish special tonight,” Andy reminded her. “Or the crab cakes.”
“Crab cakes are gross,” Billie said, as if Andy hadn’t already heard this opinion a dozen times. “I’ve had like a million cheeseburgers. I’m bored.”
“Buttercup, you know th
