18
Jessie
“Where did Landry and everybody else go?”
The girls and I exchanged a look. The kid didn’t miss anything, that was for sure.
The four of us were in the kitchen, washing dishes. We did our best to keep Gina occupied and happy, but it wasn’t enough. She was the sharpest kid I ever knew, definitely my smartest student in all the years I’d been teaching.
“They had to go take care of some things. You know how you asked me earlier whether they have jobs? This is something for their job.” Erica shrugged behind Gina’s back, and I nodded. It was as good an excuse as any.
“What, though? What do they do?”
“Why do you ask, sweetie?” I watched her closely.
“I don’t know. You’re sad. I can tell.”
“I’m not sad,” I assured her.
“You have a sad face.”
“I’ll fix my face, then.” I grinne
