CHAPTER 11
“I’m bored,” Woong announced as the afternoon wore on toward evening. “What’s there to do?”
Kennedy sighed. “Want to go on a little walk?”
Woong rolled his head back and stared at the ceiling dramatically. “We’ve been on like ten walks already.” The sad part was he probably wasn’t exaggerating. He clutched his stomach. “I’m so hungry.”
“If it’s that bad, we could go get you a snack,” Kennedy finally conceded. Woong had asked her at least a dozen times already, but with her phone dead she didn’t want to be gone for too long in case Sandy came back out and wondered where they’d gone. The sun was due to set before long, and Kennedy had skipped lunch to catch the T to St. Margaret’s earlier. She was just as ready to eat as Woong.
“We’re not too far from the cafeteria,” she said
