Priyesh grinned and said, “So you’re taking the fifth?”
“Not at Jeremiad’s School for Distinguished Students we don’t.
Mimi ate a few bites of writhing pasta before replying, “I killed a boy name Jason and nailed his beautiful, cinnamon-tanned, perfectly freckled arms above my bed. I didn’t think he’d need them six feet under my basement.”
Priyesh grinned and said, “So you’re taking the fifth?”
Mimi frowned at her lettuce, which was sliding rapidly down her perfectly level plate. Which meant that either one side of the cafeteria was very slightly tilted, or her salad was running away from her. “Is that what I’m doing? It’s only because you’re giving me the third degree.”
Priyesh chuckled slightly and said. “Hardly. More like the first degree. And what do you have to be defensive about? If you want to hear my story--” But he stopped as another student seated herself at the table.