Chapter 62

I shake my head but laugh a long with her anyway. I'm curious as to why the hell were going into town and why is it so urgent, but I figure Stella will tell me when she feels like it. "Do you wanna get something to eat while were there? Calla sucks at making lunch and dinner." Stella asks and I nod. Calla's cooking is horrendous. Since Calvin and his mother left, there really isn't anyone on cooking duty so it usually ends up being Calla, though I'm sure she's going to get vetoed off soon. Jeremy hasn't been polite about either, declaring, "Yuck!" whenever he samples something on his plate. It teeters on humorous and disrespectful so I threaten him that if he doesn't shut up, I'll make him. He wiggles his orange eyebrows at me but contains his spews when Liam reinforces me. I almost feel like we're his parents. "BLT's!" Stella chants as we pull into a parking spot and enter a small delly that has pretty cakes and cookies in a display case. Stella