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got a sugarplum.”<br />
“I don’t know about that. I was trying to run away, but they finally caught me.” <strong>The</strong> girl<br />
slammed one fist into an open hand. “I knew I shouldn’t have trusted that litter carrier. Carried me<br />
right to the authorities and me blind and without a clue.”<br />
“You mean you had the litter curtains down—?” Bonnie was asking, when a shrill<br />
whistle interrupted her. <strong>The</strong> blond girl took hold of her arm and began dragging her away from the<br />
fence. “That’s the second service dinnertime whistle—we don’t want to miss that, because after that<br />
they shut us up for the night. I’m Eren. Who’re you?”<br />
“Bonnie.”<br />
Eren snorted and grinned. “All right by me.”<br />
Bonnie allowed herself to be led up a dirty stairway and into a dirty cafeteria. <strong>The</strong> blond<br />
girl, who seemed to regard herself as Bonnie’s keeper, handed her a tray, and pushed her along.<br />
Bonnie didn’t get any choice in what she was to have, not even to veto the noodles that were<br />
squirming slightly, but she did manage to snatch an extra bread roll in the end.<br />
Damon! Nobody was telling her not to send a message, so she kept on doing it. If she<br />
was going to be punished, she thought defiantly, she was going to be punished for trying to get out of<br />
here. Damon, I’m in a slave warehouse! Help me!<br />
Blond Eren grabbed a spork, so Bonnie did too. <strong>The</strong>re were no knives. <strong>The</strong>re were thin<br />
napkins, which relieved Bonnie, because that was where the Squirmy Noodles were going to end up.<br />
Without Eren, Bonnie would never have found a place at the tables, which were<br />
crammed with young girls eating. “Shove over, shove over,” Eren kept saying, until there was room<br />
for Bonnie and her.<br />
Dinner was a test of Bonnie’s courage—and also of how loud she could scream. “Why<br />
are you doing all this for me?” she shouted into Eren’s ear, when a lull in the deafening conversation<br />
gave her a chance.<br />
“Oh, well, you being a redhead and all—it put me in mind of Aliana’s message, you<br />
know. To the real Bonny.” She pronounced it oddly, sort of swallowing the y, but at least it wasn’t<br />
Bonna.<br />
“Which of them? Which message, I mean?” Bonnie screamed.<br />
Eren gave her an are you kidding look. “Help when you can, shelter when you have<br />
room, guide when you know where to go,” she said in a sort of impatient chant, then looked chagrined<br />
and added, “And be patient with the slow.” She attacked her food with an air of having said<br />
everything there was to say.<br />
Oh, boy, Bonnie thought. Somebody had really taken the ball and run with it. Elena had<br />
never said any of those things.<br />
Yeah, but—but maybe she’d lived them, Bonnie thought, a tingling breaking out all over<br />
her body. And maybe somebody had seen her and made up the words. For instance, that crazy-looking<br />
guy she’d given her ring or bracelet or something to. She’d given her earrings away to people with<br />
signs, too. Signs that said: POETRY FOR FOOD.<br />
<strong>The</strong> rest of dinner was a matter of picking up food with the spork and not looking at it,<br />
crunching it once, and then deciding whether to spit into her still-writhing napkin, or to try to swallow<br />
without tasting.<br />
Afterward the girls were marched into another building, this one filled with pallets,<br />
smaller and not so comfortable-looking as Bonnie’s at the inn. She was now horrified at herself for<br />
leaving that room. <strong>The</strong>re she had had safety, she had had food that she could actually eat, she had had