Katy smiles, glad they got it together and lifts the microphone again. "Get those poster boards up, people. Let the town hear what's happening."
"Is she always so..." Huxley's question trails off as he considers the right word to describe my best friend.
"Passionate?" I supply for him.
He nods. The crowd walks up and down the sidewalk, their signs high in the air. Huxley falls behind me, his arms wrapping around the middle of my stomach making it so I can't breathe out for fear he'll notice how large my gut is when I'm not sucking it in and standing with my back straight.
"She gets more extreme in her old age." It also doesn't help that Pearl is great at riling everyone. There's something disarming about the pleasant woman who calls herself a hippie. Until she starts talking about nucl
