Eleven

El talks weird, like maybe English isn't her first language. She also doesn't seem to know what a store is. I may have grown up trapped in military school post-pandemic but I know where people could get ice cream in the before times.

I smile quietly - almost politely. As much as I like talking about all of the sugar I will doubtlessly ingest, there's something else on my mind -- something El said before I knew her name.

"So, did you kill that guy?"

I'm not great at transitions.