Mei felt a sudden impulse to flee from those skeptical faces, to hide for a good weep. Her temples pulsed. But her limbs were tied with many bricks. As calmly as she could manage to behave, she warned the boys, “This is everybody’s TV. No more fi ghting!”
With or without understanding, the boys nodded dully, exchanging some cheeky looks over their flat shoulders. The air glowed queerly, then more queerly.
