Looking around the kitchen: “Where’s Rustyn?”

Keat: “He’s still in the van.”

The kid took my glass of Coke, Brad’s leftover bag of popcorn from Lincoln High, the Kindle–all things they’d been fighting over–and silently parked himself in the back seat while chaos reigned in the house.
Those are called “street smarts.”

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