"With our luck, it'll be Bobby. Come to glare at me a few more times." Not that he didn't like the icicle, but Bobby had a bad habit of getting in the middle when he didn't need to be.

"De overalls, though? T'inkin' dat dey don'. 'Cause we all got 'em. An' everybody's is jus' as badly fittin'." His were somehow long in the arm and short in the leg at the same time. He still wasn't sure how they managed that one, but they'd done it. "I know dey got our stuff here. We jus' ain't 'llowed to have it."