Maddie’s snort was half amused and half sarcastic and was used to cover up the fact that she, too, was a virgin. Not that she was jealous of Kori Stone or anything. Not at all. “If she was engaged before zombies happened, that probably would’ve made her, like, a teenager.” She paused to give Caitie and wide-eyed, not-really-surprised look. “F’you ask me, that goes along the same line as getting knocked up as a teen. That family has some serious problems.” The Johnsons weren’t exactly the Brady Bunch either, but at least they weren’t crazy likes the Stones. She laughed at Caitie’s own observations. “Crazy, hypocritical family.”
Sore subject. As expected. Maddie inclined her head in acknowledgement, focusing her attention on knocking things off shelves. “That sucks.” Hardly a heart-filled reaction, but uncomfortable topics had that affect on her. “Hope you find them.”
She grinned over her shoulder at the other girl. “The only wars would be among the people fighting over which stereotype they fit into. And then of course there would have to be rules set in place for every stereotype, and everyone would start to hate their stereotype. Much like I hate mine.”
“If they did, they probably would’ve come to check things out by now.” Or so she hoped. “No one else really lives in this building, I don’t think. French guy hogs it all.” Still, just to be on the safe side, Maddie lowered her voice back to a more reasonable and conspiratorial volume. Her laughter reflected that, as well. “Girly colors. You get two sparkly thumbs-up for that, Mr. President.”
“Red, blue and silver looks almost patriotic together. I hope the American colors offend him.” Amused, Maddie went back to sprinkling her glitter colors over everything she could find, alternately returning to the closet for more paint. Her method of decorating the room had less technique than Caitie’s, but that didn’t matter.