#Chapter 231: No better friend

Third person “Think it’s coming soon,” Tuesday whispered. “Daylight. They been gone a while.” Lucas shushed her so faintly, the sound could have been mistaken for an exhale. If she was right, great. If not… she should not be talking about their plan, not yet. Not when they could still be near. Not when there was even a slight chance they might be close enough to hear. “What’s your favorite… dessert?” he whispered to distract her. She had started asking him things like this, and now they did it practically nonstop. Traded questions about favorite things, firsts, memories. It did occur to Lucas that this was the kind of stuff normal people probably talked about on dates. Getting-to-know-you things. Not that he had ever been on a proper date, himself. “Pie,” Tuesday whispered. They talked about food a lot. That was what your brain made you do when you were starving, they’d learned. Think about food. Talk about it. Dream about it. “What kind?” “Yeah, it was weird not to specify,