"Maybe, maybe not." She smiled jokingly. "Just
leave everything to me."
"That's the last thing we should do," Crystal
said. She was tired of joking.
Raven nearly jumped around and over the seat. "What's that supposed to mean? Why do you
always have to be Miss Doom and Gloom?" Raven
asked angrily.
"I'm not being gloomy. All I'm saying is
begging for our meals isn't enough to keep us going,"
Crystal said calmly, which infuriated Raven more. "And just what will be enough, Crystal? If you
have all the answers why don't you share them with
us?" Raven demanded.
"Will you two stop it!" I cried. "We're not
acting like the Orphanteers."
"Orphanteers. What a stupid name," Raven
/> mumbled.
"You used to think it was good," Butterfly reminded her.
"That was before I grew up."
"And when did this miraculous maturity occur?" Crystal asked sarcastically.
"Oh boy. Did you hear that, Brooke?" "I asked you two to stop it," I said, slowing
down even more. "If you don't, I'm pulling over and . .
. what's that?" I asked instead.
Raven turned back around and peered out the
windshield.
"It's a woman, waving. She looks hysterical,"
Raven said.
Off to the right, just before an exit, a woman
who looked about forty was swinging her arms
wildly. She wore no coat or jacket to protect her from
the rain. Her light brown hair was already soaked, the