"Look, Harrison, I don't have time for this. There's a girl out there who's going to kill herself today over a boy, and I don't have time to listen to this!"
"Whoa! Jesus Tru, chill. All I said was that maybe you should chew your pancakes before you force them down. What's up with you today?"
"Forget it. Look, I gotta go." Grabbing her bag, Tru slung it over her shoulder, and headed for the door, dialing her cell. "Davis? Yeah. Could you try to find out if there's a guy in the local high school named Kit? I know it's not a lot but... thanks." Shooting one last glare at her bewildered brother, she headed outside, on her way to the morgue.