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passed her a cola.
“No thanks,” she said, shaking her head and putting it back on the tray.
“What, did you want diet? You’re not old enough to drink diet. It’s all chemicals.”
“I can only drink water, Kyle,” she said levelly. “Kidneys. No caffeine.”
“I should have asked. Sorry. I’ll get you a water.”
“No big deal, I’ll get it,” she said and took the cup to the register. She returned with a cup of water and two dollars. “Here, they refunded your money.”
“That was nice, Olive,” Shea said, surprised.
Kyle took the money from her and looked at Shea in disbelief.
“What’s your favorite color?” Olive asked, picking the tomato off her pizza.
“Blue,” Shea responded.
“Green,” Kyle said. “How about you?”
“I like silver.”
“That’s different. I thought you’d say pink,” Kyle said.
“I would have a couple years ago. I was really into pink, but after a while it got boring. I also watched those princess movies, ugh,” she admitted with an eye roll.
“Well thank goodness you’re over that,” Shea said. “What are you into now? Please don’t say Twilight .”
“My favorite movie is Divergent , or it would be if my mom would let me watch it. I saw clips on YouTube. She said I’m too young. Like I didn’t watch Chuckie and crap with Greg while she was at work.”
“Where does she work?”
“She used to work at a c-store. She got fired. Her boss was a b—her boss was the b-word. She was always yelling at Mom and making her do all the nasty jobs, like clean the bathrooms, and those truckers, they pee on everything! It’s like they don’t even TRY to AIM, she said. So the b—so her boss fired her,” Olive said, obviously trying to control her expletives.
“Where does Greg work?”
“Shouldn’t you ask my mom this stuff? He gets a check ‘cause he hurt his back. He stays home and does stuff there. He plays these online games and he cooks stuff.” She took a big bite of pizza and chewed thoughtfully.
“No brothers and sisters?” Shea asked.
“Is this the Spanish Inquisition?” Olive demanded.
“Do you even know what that is?” Shea challenged.
“No but it’s something people say when you ask too many questions , like now,” she shot back.
“Fair enough,” Shea said. “I have one sister. How about you?”
“Zero.”
“I’m thinking about getting a cat. A couple cats, actually.” Shea added, “Do you like cats?”
“Not really. I have a ferret.”
“What’s his name?” Shea asked, disappointed that the cat piss smell on Greg couldn’t have come from a litter of cats at the house.
“His name is Ferret,” she said, deadpan.
“So it doesn’t have a name?”
“He has a name. His name is Ferret .”
“How descriptive,” Shea said, trying to hide a snort. “That would be like if your mom had named you Girl.”
“Girl would be better than Olive.” She snorted, “Plus, also I had to call him Ferret. Greg wanted to name him Nos-FERRET-u and Mom wanted to call him Farrah the Ferret. What would you have done?”
“I wouldn’t have a ferret,” Shea said truthfully, “so I wouldn’t have to worry about it.”
“I thought about calling him Spot ‘cause I really wanted a puppy, but he doesn’t have spots, so it seemed stupid.”
“You don’t seem like the kind of person to name your dog Spot,” Shea observed.
“No, I’d name a dog Sasha. That’s kind of like your name, isn’t it. I bet Shea’s a big dog name.”
“Thanks,” Shea said, taking a bite of pizza to remind herself not to snark on the kid.
“You remind me a lot of my brother,” Kyle said.
“That big dude at the gym? I’m not even a boy !” she said, obviously insulted.
“He’s a brawler. Has to have a fight all the time, ever since we were kids. Nobody could put him down or look at him sideways without a fist to the face.”
“I only got in trouble for fighting a couple times, and she HIT ME FIRST,” Olive
“No thanks,” she said, shaking her head and putting it back on the tray.
“What, did you want diet? You’re not old enough to drink diet. It’s all chemicals.”
“I can only drink water, Kyle,” she said levelly. “Kidneys. No caffeine.”
“I should have asked. Sorry. I’ll get you a water.”
“No big deal, I’ll get it,” she said and took the cup to the register. She returned with a cup of water and two dollars. “Here, they refunded your money.”
“That was nice, Olive,” Shea said, surprised.
Kyle took the money from her and looked at Shea in disbelief.
“What’s your favorite color?” Olive asked, picking the tomato off her pizza.
“Blue,” Shea responded.
“Green,” Kyle said. “How about you?”
“I like silver.”
“That’s different. I thought you’d say pink,” Kyle said.
“I would have a couple years ago. I was really into pink, but after a while it got boring. I also watched those princess movies, ugh,” she admitted with an eye roll.
“Well thank goodness you’re over that,” Shea said. “What are you into now? Please don’t say Twilight .”
“My favorite movie is Divergent , or it would be if my mom would let me watch it. I saw clips on YouTube. She said I’m too young. Like I didn’t watch Chuckie and crap with Greg while she was at work.”
“Where does she work?”
“She used to work at a c-store. She got fired. Her boss was a b—her boss was the b-word. She was always yelling at Mom and making her do all the nasty jobs, like clean the bathrooms, and those truckers, they pee on everything! It’s like they don’t even TRY to AIM, she said. So the b—so her boss fired her,” Olive said, obviously trying to control her expletives.
“Where does Greg work?”
“Shouldn’t you ask my mom this stuff? He gets a check ‘cause he hurt his back. He stays home and does stuff there. He plays these online games and he cooks stuff.” She took a big bite of pizza and chewed thoughtfully.
“No brothers and sisters?” Shea asked.
“Is this the Spanish Inquisition?” Olive demanded.
“Do you even know what that is?” Shea challenged.
“No but it’s something people say when you ask too many questions , like now,” she shot back.
“Fair enough,” Shea said. “I have one sister. How about you?”
“Zero.”
“I’m thinking about getting a cat. A couple cats, actually.” Shea added, “Do you like cats?”
“Not really. I have a ferret.”
“What’s his name?” Shea asked, disappointed that the cat piss smell on Greg couldn’t have come from a litter of cats at the house.
“His name is Ferret,” she said, deadpan.
“So it doesn’t have a name?”
“He has a name. His name is Ferret .”
“How descriptive,” Shea said, trying to hide a snort. “That would be like if your mom had named you Girl.”
“Girl would be better than Olive.” She snorted, “Plus, also I had to call him Ferret. Greg wanted to name him Nos-FERRET-u and Mom wanted to call him Farrah the Ferret. What would you have done?”
“I wouldn’t have a ferret,” Shea said truthfully, “so I wouldn’t have to worry about it.”
“I thought about calling him Spot ‘cause I really wanted a puppy, but he doesn’t have spots, so it seemed stupid.”
“You don’t seem like the kind of person to name your dog Spot,” Shea observed.
“No, I’d name a dog Sasha. That’s kind of like your name, isn’t it. I bet Shea’s a big dog name.”
“Thanks,” Shea said, taking a bite of pizza to remind herself not to snark on the kid.
“You remind me a lot of my brother,” Kyle said.
“That big dude at the gym? I’m not even a boy !” she said, obviously insulted.
“He’s a brawler. Has to have a fight all the time, ever since we were kids. Nobody could put him down or look at him sideways without a fist to the face.”
“I only got in trouble for fighting a couple times, and she HIT ME FIRST,” Olive
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