#Chapter16
He didn't give chance for either of us to answer. Glasses were fetched and set down, and all three were filled to the brim. /"This boy loves his aunt's lemonade. She made it just because she knew he was coming. Should be home in an hour or so, mind./"
/"It is great,/" Blake agreed, taking a glass for his own, sliding one in front of me. He took a deep sip before letting out a satisfied sigh.
/"You're having the runt?/" Frankie quizzed, squinting down at the head that had popped up above the counter at the sound of the voice.
/"Yeah. Oz felt bad for him because he wasn't as brave as the others./"
