Lochlan pulls a quarter out of my ear and frowns at it. Twenty-five pennies for your thoughts?
I laugh and say nothing.
You going to talk today?
I shake my head.
What if I pay you....uh...he's pretending to search my face, lifting up my upper lip, and then peeking in each nostril and making a face, and then pushing my cheeks in together before combing through my hair with his fingers and coming up with one of the bills I returned to him from Caleb yesterday. Fifty bucks! What if I pay you fifty bucks?
Then I'll talk. I take the fifty and jam it into my bra.
Aw, Christ, I was only kidding.
Me too. I flip the bill back out and it lands at my feet. He picks it up and holds it out to me. I stare at it but I don't touch it again. He shrugs and puts it in his pocket. The day you can make change out of that bra is the day we take this show back on the road, Peanut.
