Idle Hands

She paused. “Work?”

“Yeah. A little job. I don’t know.” I pushed my eggs around again. “When I’ve got nothing to do is when my brain goes feral, you know? Just sitting there replaying everything. If I’m busy, I’m fine. I do better when I’m busy.”

Dad looked up from his stolen toast. “Let her work,” he said simply. “Girl’s got a motor on her. Always has. You try to make Aria sit still and you’ll