CHAPTER 5
“Hey, you know what I’m wanting to know? It’s how come we’ve got to sleep at all, I wonder. Cause Chuckie Mansfield says he’s got a pet goldfish, and goldfish never sleep. But what I wonder is how you’d know if your goldfish really was asleep or not, know what I mean? But his dad’s a doctor so he knows that sorta stuff, and that’s what he says. So if goldfish don’t hafta sleep, how come you and me got to? And why do kids always hafta do it earlier than grown-ups? It’s an abomination.” He scrunched up his face in a perfect imitation of his father behind his pulpit.
Kennedy, guessing the impression wasn’t intentional, masked her laugh with a cough.
“You better be careful,” Woong said. “When you cough on somebody, that gives them your germs.”
“You’re right.” She pulled Woong’s I
