I don’t know why my sister is getting all dramatic. What’s the big deal? If somebody wants to give me cool stones, why shouldn’t I take them? What am I supposed to do, say, “Here, take ’em back. I don’t want ’em”? How stupid is that? I mean, if Bump Stubbins left an American Flyer California Zephyr engine on the doormat for her, what do you think she would do—throw it in the trash? Yeah, right.
Okay, she hates him. I get it. I don’t even blame her. But what’s he ever done to me? Am I supposed to hate everybody my sister hates? Are my sister’s enemies my enemies? Is that what being twins is all about? Lily sees all this evil stuff in Bump. I just see a clown. He’s harmless. He’s just a kid, that’s all. A guy. That’s what all three of them are, just guys out riding around. So why shouldn’t I ride with them?