“Lesha? Lesha? Hey, Lesh?”
“Huh?” Lesha blinked and shook her head. “What?”
“You been staring into space for the past five minutes. Aren’t you going to eat your lunch?”
The helpful nosy-body was her good friend, Yummy Allen, who loved reading as much as Lesha, but was more interactive and sporty.
“Yeah, sure,” Lesha said distractedly.
“Okay, what is going on?”
“I was just thinking about that girl.”
“That mysterious girl who wanders into people’s houses and takes care of their kids.”
“I heard about her. My mom said she stopped by when I was at Sarit’s house. Sounds like a bit of a weirdo to me.”
Lesha laughed. “We’re all weird. Haven’t I told you that a bajillion times?”
Yummy frowned. She didn’t like being called weird, even though she knew Lesha meant it as a compliment. “I told you not to call me weird,” she said, “But what’s the hang-up about this girl?”
“I’m curious,” Lesha said, ignoring the complaint, as per the norm, “Who is she, where did she come from, and why is she here?”
“Just ask her,” said practical Yummy, “Not that hard.”
“But I don’t know where she lives,” protested Lesha, “Plus, she’ll never come to my house. No little kids, remember?”
As a matter of fact, Yummy had forgotten. Lesha was so great with kids, and loved hanging out with them, and most of Yummy’s friends had at least one or two siblings. “I’m sure you’ll figure something out.” After, Lesha was great at figuring stuff out.
Lesha sighed, and pulled out her book. She quickly lost herself in the story, but couldn’t forget that nagging thought in the back of her head..