CHAPTER 4
“How come we’ve got so many skin colors do you think?” Woong asked as Kennedy prepared him a third helping of ants on a log.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, like my dad, he’s got that brownish skin color, but my mom, she’s nearly as pale as you are except not quite so much because she’s always complaining about how hot it is and how her face is always red because she’s sweaty all the time.”
Kennedy tried to hide her smile behind the oversized jar of peanut butter. She glanced at the label and guessed Woong had downed at least seven hundred calories in a single sitting. She knew there were chores and homework assignments to take care of, but she had a feeling Woong was preparing to move right from snack time to dinner.
God bless Sandy and her made-ahead casseroles.
Woong was stil
