When Margaret and the mousy girl got their meals, they went to a far corner. The mousy girl began eating and looking around.
“They usually come and grab something from my plate…”
If this was real life, Margaret would do something, make loud statements, toss her food at the Mean Girls, but this was meaningless.
“Come…” Margaret said, “Leave the food…” as two mean girls approached.
Mousey followed her. They went out the side door, across the street to a fast food joint where Margaret bought enough for both of them.
“We’re not really allowed to come here during school hours…” Mousey said between bites.
“Okay…” Margaret said.
“Can I ask you something?”