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Greta could almost see the thoughts tumbling in his
head. “What would happen then?” Ash asked.
She shrugged. Brand-new territory. What would happen
to them, their home, their dad?
“Okay.” He turned and fixed on her, something firmer in
his face. “Okay. Let’s look for work this week and see if we can
do it on our own first.”
Greta knew that even if they found jobs that week, they
wouldn’t get paid for a few weeks. And would it actually be
enough for rent, food and bus passes? Still, it felt good to
make a decision, nail something firm. “Agreed.” They had
enough food for a week. Their bus passes lasted another week.
In seven days they would sail off the edge of the flat world.
Greta pulled out her English textbook at the table. Exams
would give her something to focus on other than their slow ADVANCE READING COPY
drift toward doom. Ash was right—she shouldn’t give up on it.
Ash reassembled the contents of their cupboards. When
he had put everything back in its place, he rustled through
the pantry. “Do we have any chocolate chips?” Patty had
bought a few baking supplies for some Pinterest inspiration
she’d had over Christmas, which had never gone anywhere.
That app was like crack for her.
“No, I think Patty ate them all.” Actually, Greta had finished
the bag herself. “There’s peanut butter. Maybe raisins.”
Ash moved like a pro, pulling out a bowl, the meas-
uring spoons, a recipe book. Greta watched him over the
top of her English text. She stopped pretending to read as
he leveled a cup of flour using the back of a butter knife,
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