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“I have to balance it out with stuff she’ll actually eat,” she admitted when she saw me staring.
CHAPTER 12
I’m not a cop, but could you spread them anyway?
-T-shirt
FOLSOM
Dinner went well.
Well, as well as could be expected when you were forced to eat food that you didn’t like.
All of us choked it down, and in the end, it was the only thing that I’d cooked that was eaten in its entirety.
Kobe, hilarious as he was, acted as if it was his favorite thing in the world, all so JP would see him eating it and not think he despised it.
By the time we were finished, I was highly amused.
One, JP tried to emulate Kobe.
She ate what he ate when he ate it, and in the end, ate more than I’d ever seen her eat in one sitting before.
That was the trouble with her “condition.”
Red dye was a huge no-no, so when I actually found something that she liked, it was something we ate a lot of. Which, inevitably, became something that she was put off of because there were only so many times a week you could eat macaroni before it got really, really old.
“I’m going to get in my bunk and watch the new series I started,” she paused. “You’re really staying, Kobe?”
In the four hours he’d been there, it was as if she’d imprinted on him.
I liked it, but I also feared it.
Because when he inevitably went home, she’d throw a walleyed fit.
And that would be fun to deal with…not.
“I’m staying.” He paused. “I have to go work tomorrow…but that’s only for an hour or two.”
JP fist-pumped the air, then she headed up toward her bunk, which was above the kitchen.
She snuggled in, pulled her curtain closed, then there wasn’t another peep out of her.
Kobe watched the curtain for long moments before he said, “You did a really good job on this place. It’s homey while still being efficient.”
I nearly snorted.
Out of all the things we could be talking about right now, we were talking about my bus?
Or the bus I’d leave behind if I ever needed to cut and run?
Yeah, it was homey and efficient. But what it also was was just another place to live for now.
Instead of talking about the bus, I turned the tables on him and asked him directly.
I asked him what I’d wanted to know the answer to for what felt like forever.
“Do the guys know that you’re the one that got them out?” I asked, startling him.
