““The boys will take a little while to adjust, but I’m sure you’ll all get along,” her mother said. Boys? Megan’s mind was flooded with images of boys. Boys with missing teeth, their faces smeared with red Popsicle goo, their beady little eyes laughing at her as they lured her behind their house to see their new “puppy” and then lassoed her to a tree and hung her upside down. Greasy-haired, chubby-legged, evil little boys. Boys with worms in their pockets who ate gum off the ground and pulled her hair. “How many of them were there again?” Megan asked as she lowered herself shakily onto the edge of the couch. Her mother and father pondered this. “Seven at last count, I believe,” her father said. “Quite a brood.” Yes. Quite , Megan thought.””
