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Chapter 11
It’s late afternoon/early morning now, and all in the Muppet world are experiencing happy unhappiness.
(While it’s about 4:30 p.m. in America, it’s approximately 6:30 a.m the next morning in China.)
‘’We’re packing little by little- only little by little,’’ Penny said softly. Who was she trying to kid, though? They were leaving in three weeks- little by little was certainly not the case here. Somewhere though, in Penny’s subconscious, she wasn’t trying to convince Jen-Li of that- she was trying to convince herself of that. Either or, it wasn’t working very well. Penny was exceptional at seemingly countless things, but the one thing she was not and never would be good at? Admitting when she was afraid; and right now was the time of times when she was scared. She was frightened out of her mind.
Particularly, all the what if’s swam through her head, creating a whirlpool of doubt and insecurity. What if her career went totally under in America? How would she earn her income then? How would she support Zhen-Yi? What if people did not receive Zhen-Yi well for being a non-American? What if she didn’t get into the college she wanted to? What if she didn’t make friends? What would Penny do? What would she do if Zhen-Yi met a boy? Or better yet-(and this was her worst fear-) what would Penny do if she herself met someone?
It had been three years since Jen-Li’s death, and Penny hadn’t even so much as looked at another man since then. The thought of even being attracted to someone else terrified her, as she still knew in her heart that Jen-Li was the only one for her. So, right then and there, she firmly resolved not to ever kill her husband’s memory by seeing someone else.
She strummed her fingers over the headstone, bowing her head in shame. Never had she felt so low in all her life. If he were still alive, she knew he’d be furious with her. She had broken her word to him. She had dishonored him, their daughter, and their family- not to mention their relationship. The whole time she was there, Penny couldn’t even bring herself to look at the headstone; she was too ashamed of herself. She had broken her word to him.
‘I’m a terrible, terrible, wife!’ she thought. ‘How can I call myself a suitable partner and wife, much less a mother, if my word does not mean anything? I am so glad Jen is not alive to see this. He would rue the day he married me---or even met me.’
Penny threw herself against the cold hard ground, crying and tugging at her hair. She had broken her word to him, and her heart was ripped in two. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear she could actually feel it breaking deep down in her chest.
One thing was for certain, though. She could never tell Zhen-Yi of this, or reveal her shame to her. As far as Penny was concerned, the only good that would do was open and add salt to an already bleeding wound. Penny wouldn’t have it. She was already ashamed enough of it, and she didn’t wish to be reminded of it. Ever.
‘’I can’t,’’ she quietly sobbed to herself. ‘’I just can’t.’’
From then on, she tried her best to stifle and muffle the sounds of her crying, so as not to wake up Zhen-Yi.
What Penny didn’t know though, was that Zhen-Yi was already up, and had been for quite some time. She heard her mother crying from down in the family temple, and it made her want to cry, too. Though she could hear her crying, what Zhen-Yi didn’t know was what she was so sad about- but she knew it was something major. She had only hear Penny cry this hard once before- and that was when her father died. But that was such a long time ago, and Zhen-Yi was baffled at what was upsetting her so now.
She then decided that unless or until Penny had come to talk to her about it, that it wasn’t for her to know- that was the way she was raised. All the same though, Zhen-Yi wanted nothing more than to know what was bothering her mother; maybe she could fix it, or at least help. Feeling powerless in all other respects, Zhen-Yi had to do the only thing she could do now- pray to her father for protection and guidance.
Zhen-Yi rose in reverence to her spirit dragon just across from her bed. In the bottom portion, she lit two sticks of incense, allowing the smoke and spirit of it inhabit her lungs and spirit. When the flames from the incense finally lit up the dragon, she bowed her head and waist to the dragon emblem, much like a Christian would cross him/herself in front of a crucifix. Zhen-Yi then lowered herself to her knees, bowed her head again, then finally lowered herself into a kowtow, feeling the strength of her deceased ancestors descend upon her.
‘’Baba,’’ she began.
‘’Mama bu shi gaoxing. Ta yiqian shi, xian zai ta bu shi le. Ta shi hen hui, he wo bu zhidao weishenme. Qing- qing zou ta gaoxing, Baba. Qing- yinwei wo bu neng. Qing, Baba. Xiexie.’’
She finished the rest of her prayer in silence, after which time, she allowed the incense to burn out, and she bowed one last time to the dragon before standing up. Zhen-Yi made her way to window just in time to see her sorrowful mother get up to walk back inside- avoiding eye contact with the tombstone at all times. The mere sight of it forced Zhen-Yi to shut her eyes tightly in sympathy. Poor Mama. She only opened them when she heard the fluttering of wings of a tiny bluebird flying just outside Zhen-Yi’s window. Normally, the sight of one would make her laugh and smile, but today, it just made her miserable. Sourly miserable.
‘’Please,’’ Zhen-Yi whispered to the little bird, ‘’not today.’’ With that, she closed the lilac curtains, not only on the little bird, but on the world itself. Seeing her mother so unhappy made her miserable too, especially because she was powerless to stop it or do anything about it.
Zhen-Yi sighed heavily as she crawled back into bed. As she did, she cried while she tried to remember the last time she saw her loving mother smile.
Black. Red. Yellow. - All very noble and respectable colors in their respects. All these represent a different view or aspect of life. Black- a clear symbol of authority and great professional stature and accomplishment. Red-the personification for passion for your craft, life, love and the heart- the force that drives and motivates; the pulse, so to speak. Yellow- Youth, energy, and vibrancy brought to life. Together, these colors formed to represent a very special garment for a very special someone. On top of all, this was going to affect many people’s lives. Yes, Kermit’s plan was coming along just fine.
Putting the finishing touch on this magic garment, Kermit polished up the five letters that spelled out his special someone’s name. This was going to be the best and most powerful part of his plan, and frankly-it was going just swimmingly.
‘’Oh yes. Let’s see how you deal with this,’’ he half whispered to himself.
‘’Kermit,’’ Fozzie began while descending the latter, ‘’I thought you said you’d give me something to eat once I finished.’’ He just finished hanging an economy sized banner reading, ‘’Welcome Back, Everyone!’’
Kermit smiled at his companion warmly, motioning over to the kitchen. ‘’I know. It’s in the kitchen, I made it myself.’’
‘’What is it, Kermit?’’
‘’Oh you’ll like it Fozzie, it’s like nothing you’ve ever tasted!’’
‘’Yes, but what is it?’’
‘’Just go look and see,’’ Kermit said with a mischievous smile. Warily, Fozzie advanced into the kitchen, while Kermit let out a little chuckle. A few seconds later, Fozzie came out of the kitchen with a sandwich on a small saucer- and it was then that Kermit wiped his smile clean off of his face.
Fozzie poked and peeked at the sandwich, almost as if he was unsure of what to do with it. He looked at Kermit for answers. Smiling, he obliged.
‘’It’s a sandwich, Fozzie. I call it-peanut butter and jelly!’’ Kermit looked off into the distance in mock pride of his gourmet skills.
Just when Kermit was explaining his joke, Fozzie seemed like now, at this moment, he was catching on that there was a joke in the first place.
‘’Oh! So that’s what that purple stuff is! Yesssss! I knew that!’’ Fozzie opened up his mouth wide enough to swallow the sandwich whole--when he stopped. He examined the sandwich closer, and realized that it was--all wrong. It was backwards after all, and Fozzie couldn’t eat a backwards sandwich. To him, it was immoral. He put the sandwich down, eyes cast downward.
‘’What’s wrong, Fozzie?’’asked Kermit, genuinely concerned.
‘’Huh? Oh, nothing, Kermit.’’
‘’Are you sure? I mean, you’re not eating. I thought you were hungry.’’
‘’Well, it’s just that- well, I don’t want you to have to waste this one.’’
Kermit looked at his friend, perplexed. ‘’What do you mean, Fozzie?’’
‘’Well,’’ Fozzie sighed. ‘’ Please don’t be mad at me, but it’s just that-when I was a cub, my ma would always put the jelly on top- and you put the peanut butter on the top. So now, this sandwich is no good. I’m so sorry Kermit, I-’’
‘’Um, Fozzie?’’
‘’I feel so terrible- I’m wasting my best friend’s food!’’
‘’Fozzie?’’
‘’And to think of all the things that you’ve done for me over the years, and I show my gratitude my having to throw this delicious sandwich away. Oh, say goodbye, sandwich! Goodbye cruel world- Goodbye, goodbye, parting is such sweet-’’
‘’Fozzie!’’ Kermit wailed.
‘’Yeah?’’ Fozzie replied looking over at Kermit- almost as if he wasn’t just having a eulogy for a sandwich.
‘’You don’t need to do all that Fozzie.’’
‘’Huh? I don’t?’’
‘’No, you don’t,’’ said Kermit shaking his head. ‘’ All you have to do…..is turn the sandwich…..over.’’
A brief pause. Kermit looked over at Fozzie to see if he would do as told. Sure enough, Fozzie carefully flipped the sandwich over, only to discover that Kermit- was right. There it was, the jelly that he loved so much, right on the top of the sandwich. Magic, he thought.
‘’Ah! Wocka wocka!’’ he looked at the sandwich triumphantly, apparently pleased with himself, and dug in.
‘’Sheesh,’’ Kermit muttered, shaking his head, ‘’I’ve gotta get some more friends.’’
‘’You’ve got to follow, follow your star. You’ve got to follow, no matter how far.’’ Robin sang out as he scrubbed the stage as hard as his fingers would allow him to. By this point though, his fingers were really sore, and were on the verge of turning red. Luckily, he was finished with the scrubbing now, and he went outside the backstage door to dump the water. It was the color of mud, a very pretty color for stage water to be, one can imagine.
The good news: Robin was finished was the one stage and audience seating. The bad news? He hadn’t even started on the backstage area. He sighed as he acknowledged this fact. He couldn’t exactly put his finger on it, but there was just something that made cleaning up the theatre today-well-monotonous. Traditionally, it was a joy for the young teen, but today, he just wanted it to be over with, and he just didn’t know why.
All the same, work was work, and he had lots to do. He grabbed a single mop and bucket, and headed for the backstage area.
‘’I think I’m gonna need help,’’ he muttered.
‘’Did someone ask for help?’’ asked a voice very familiar to Robin’s respective ears.
He turned to find his three best mates, Eric, Josh, and Bryan (all frogs of course,) standing in the front doorway of the theatre.
‘’Or should I say, groan for help?’’ asked Eric, ever the taunting one.
‘’Eric! Bryan! Josh! What are you guys doing here?!’’
‘’We miss you, pally! You never hang out with us anymore. So, we figured: if we helped you get done here, you’d have more time to be with us, ‘’ explained Josh.
‘’Thanks guys! You’re great!’’
‘’Yeah yeah, but before you start thinking we’re too nice, just remember- we have ulterior motives- we want time with you in return. That’s the deal, got it?’’ Bryan said with a half grin.
‘’Deal!’’ cried Robin. ‘’But for now, grab whatever cleaning supplies you can find, and head backstage. There’s a lot of work to be done back there. Thanks again guys- I really don’t think I could’ve done this without you.’’
‘’Or me!’’ rang in a voice from the back. The voice belonged to a girl about Robin’s age, high pitched, but yet coy and a bit flirtatious. Robin and all the guys turned around to see Robin’s very best friend, Megan the Frog. She was donned in a plaid skirt with a black T-shirt was a V in the middle. Her honey-blonde hair relaxed perfectly to her shoulders. To say the least, Megan was sort of the idea girl as far as the friends were concerned in that she had the best of both worlds. She was feminine, fun, coy, and boy did she know how to flirt her way out of something-or sometimes-into something. On the other hand, she was very much one of the guys. She played football and video games, wrestled, was the hailed game master of all their dungeons and dragons games, and participated in whatever other ways they had fun. I t was even fair to say that sometimes, her friends forgot she was a girl. But Robin sure didn’t.
‘’Who do you think rallied the troops in the first place?’’ Megan asked.
‘’Hey Megara! What’s up?’’ all the guys advanced to her, high-fiving her and making her the target of their noogies.
‘’Ok, that’s enough guys, the hair?’’ That was definitely the sign to back off, which they did without question. It was only then that she was finally able to push through the crowd and talk to Robin.
‘’So, pulling a Tom Sawyer on us, Rob? Bringing us all here so we could do your chores for you?’’
‘’Please,’’ said Robin rolling his eyes. ‘’You guys are just here to help me backstage.’’
Megan and he guys looked around, feeling highly perplexed. The place looked--immaculate everywhere else, so what could he possibly be talking about?
‘’Well, what else is there to do?’’ asked Josh.
Robin, in response, cocked his head just to his left.
‘’Have you seen the green room?’’
It’s late afternoon/early morning now, and all in the Muppet world are experiencing happy unhappiness.
(While it’s about 4:30 p.m. in America, it’s approximately 6:30 a.m the next morning in China.)
‘’We’re packing little by little- only little by little,’’ Penny said softly. Who was she trying to kid, though? They were leaving in three weeks- little by little was certainly not the case here. Somewhere though, in Penny’s subconscious, she wasn’t trying to convince Jen-Li of that- she was trying to convince herself of that. Either or, it wasn’t working very well. Penny was exceptional at seemingly countless things, but the one thing she was not and never would be good at? Admitting when she was afraid; and right now was the time of times when she was scared. She was frightened out of her mind.
Particularly, all the what if’s swam through her head, creating a whirlpool of doubt and insecurity. What if her career went totally under in America? How would she earn her income then? How would she support Zhen-Yi? What if people did not receive Zhen-Yi well for being a non-American? What if she didn’t get into the college she wanted to? What if she didn’t make friends? What would Penny do? What would she do if Zhen-Yi met a boy? Or better yet-(and this was her worst fear-) what would Penny do if she herself met someone?
It had been three years since Jen-Li’s death, and Penny hadn’t even so much as looked at another man since then. The thought of even being attracted to someone else terrified her, as she still knew in her heart that Jen-Li was the only one for her. So, right then and there, she firmly resolved not to ever kill her husband’s memory by seeing someone else.
She strummed her fingers over the headstone, bowing her head in shame. Never had she felt so low in all her life. If he were still alive, she knew he’d be furious with her. She had broken her word to him. She had dishonored him, their daughter, and their family- not to mention their relationship. The whole time she was there, Penny couldn’t even bring herself to look at the headstone; she was too ashamed of herself. She had broken her word to him.
‘I’m a terrible, terrible, wife!’ she thought. ‘How can I call myself a suitable partner and wife, much less a mother, if my word does not mean anything? I am so glad Jen is not alive to see this. He would rue the day he married me---or even met me.’
Penny threw herself against the cold hard ground, crying and tugging at her hair. She had broken her word to him, and her heart was ripped in two. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear she could actually feel it breaking deep down in her chest.
One thing was for certain, though. She could never tell Zhen-Yi of this, or reveal her shame to her. As far as Penny was concerned, the only good that would do was open and add salt to an already bleeding wound. Penny wouldn’t have it. She was already ashamed enough of it, and she didn’t wish to be reminded of it. Ever.
‘’I can’t,’’ she quietly sobbed to herself. ‘’I just can’t.’’
From then on, she tried her best to stifle and muffle the sounds of her crying, so as not to wake up Zhen-Yi.
What Penny didn’t know though, was that Zhen-Yi was already up, and had been for quite some time. She heard her mother crying from down in the family temple, and it made her want to cry, too. Though she could hear her crying, what Zhen-Yi didn’t know was what she was so sad about- but she knew it was something major. She had only hear Penny cry this hard once before- and that was when her father died. But that was such a long time ago, and Zhen-Yi was baffled at what was upsetting her so now.
She then decided that unless or until Penny had come to talk to her about it, that it wasn’t for her to know- that was the way she was raised. All the same though, Zhen-Yi wanted nothing more than to know what was bothering her mother; maybe she could fix it, or at least help. Feeling powerless in all other respects, Zhen-Yi had to do the only thing she could do now- pray to her father for protection and guidance.
Zhen-Yi rose in reverence to her spirit dragon just across from her bed. In the bottom portion, she lit two sticks of incense, allowing the smoke and spirit of it inhabit her lungs and spirit. When the flames from the incense finally lit up the dragon, she bowed her head and waist to the dragon emblem, much like a Christian would cross him/herself in front of a crucifix. Zhen-Yi then lowered herself to her knees, bowed her head again, then finally lowered herself into a kowtow, feeling the strength of her deceased ancestors descend upon her.
‘’Baba,’’ she began.
‘’Mama bu shi gaoxing. Ta yiqian shi, xian zai ta bu shi le. Ta shi hen hui, he wo bu zhidao weishenme. Qing- qing zou ta gaoxing, Baba. Qing- yinwei wo bu neng. Qing, Baba. Xiexie.’’
She finished the rest of her prayer in silence, after which time, she allowed the incense to burn out, and she bowed one last time to the dragon before standing up. Zhen-Yi made her way to window just in time to see her sorrowful mother get up to walk back inside- avoiding eye contact with the tombstone at all times. The mere sight of it forced Zhen-Yi to shut her eyes tightly in sympathy. Poor Mama. She only opened them when she heard the fluttering of wings of a tiny bluebird flying just outside Zhen-Yi’s window. Normally, the sight of one would make her laugh and smile, but today, it just made her miserable. Sourly miserable.
‘’Please,’’ Zhen-Yi whispered to the little bird, ‘’not today.’’ With that, she closed the lilac curtains, not only on the little bird, but on the world itself. Seeing her mother so unhappy made her miserable too, especially because she was powerless to stop it or do anything about it.
Zhen-Yi sighed heavily as she crawled back into bed. As she did, she cried while she tried to remember the last time she saw her loving mother smile.
Black. Red. Yellow. - All very noble and respectable colors in their respects. All these represent a different view or aspect of life. Black- a clear symbol of authority and great professional stature and accomplishment. Red-the personification for passion for your craft, life, love and the heart- the force that drives and motivates; the pulse, so to speak. Yellow- Youth, energy, and vibrancy brought to life. Together, these colors formed to represent a very special garment for a very special someone. On top of all, this was going to affect many people’s lives. Yes, Kermit’s plan was coming along just fine.
Putting the finishing touch on this magic garment, Kermit polished up the five letters that spelled out his special someone’s name. This was going to be the best and most powerful part of his plan, and frankly-it was going just swimmingly.
‘’Oh yes. Let’s see how you deal with this,’’ he half whispered to himself.
‘’Kermit,’’ Fozzie began while descending the latter, ‘’I thought you said you’d give me something to eat once I finished.’’ He just finished hanging an economy sized banner reading, ‘’Welcome Back, Everyone!’’
Kermit smiled at his companion warmly, motioning over to the kitchen. ‘’I know. It’s in the kitchen, I made it myself.’’
‘’What is it, Kermit?’’
‘’Oh you’ll like it Fozzie, it’s like nothing you’ve ever tasted!’’
‘’Yes, but what is it?’’
‘’Just go look and see,’’ Kermit said with a mischievous smile. Warily, Fozzie advanced into the kitchen, while Kermit let out a little chuckle. A few seconds later, Fozzie came out of the kitchen with a sandwich on a small saucer- and it was then that Kermit wiped his smile clean off of his face.
Fozzie poked and peeked at the sandwich, almost as if he was unsure of what to do with it. He looked at Kermit for answers. Smiling, he obliged.
‘’It’s a sandwich, Fozzie. I call it-peanut butter and jelly!’’ Kermit looked off into the distance in mock pride of his gourmet skills.
Just when Kermit was explaining his joke, Fozzie seemed like now, at this moment, he was catching on that there was a joke in the first place.
‘’Oh! So that’s what that purple stuff is! Yesssss! I knew that!’’ Fozzie opened up his mouth wide enough to swallow the sandwich whole--when he stopped. He examined the sandwich closer, and realized that it was--all wrong. It was backwards after all, and Fozzie couldn’t eat a backwards sandwich. To him, it was immoral. He put the sandwich down, eyes cast downward.
‘’What’s wrong, Fozzie?’’asked Kermit, genuinely concerned.
‘’Huh? Oh, nothing, Kermit.’’
‘’Are you sure? I mean, you’re not eating. I thought you were hungry.’’
‘’Well, it’s just that- well, I don’t want you to have to waste this one.’’
Kermit looked at his friend, perplexed. ‘’What do you mean, Fozzie?’’
‘’Well,’’ Fozzie sighed. ‘’ Please don’t be mad at me, but it’s just that-when I was a cub, my ma would always put the jelly on top- and you put the peanut butter on the top. So now, this sandwich is no good. I’m so sorry Kermit, I-’’
‘’Um, Fozzie?’’
‘’I feel so terrible- I’m wasting my best friend’s food!’’
‘’Fozzie?’’
‘’And to think of all the things that you’ve done for me over the years, and I show my gratitude my having to throw this delicious sandwich away. Oh, say goodbye, sandwich! Goodbye cruel world- Goodbye, goodbye, parting is such sweet-’’
‘’Fozzie!’’ Kermit wailed.
‘’Yeah?’’ Fozzie replied looking over at Kermit- almost as if he wasn’t just having a eulogy for a sandwich.
‘’You don’t need to do all that Fozzie.’’
‘’Huh? I don’t?’’
‘’No, you don’t,’’ said Kermit shaking his head. ‘’ All you have to do…..is turn the sandwich…..over.’’
A brief pause. Kermit looked over at Fozzie to see if he would do as told. Sure enough, Fozzie carefully flipped the sandwich over, only to discover that Kermit- was right. There it was, the jelly that he loved so much, right on the top of the sandwich. Magic, he thought.
‘’Ah! Wocka wocka!’’ he looked at the sandwich triumphantly, apparently pleased with himself, and dug in.
‘’Sheesh,’’ Kermit muttered, shaking his head, ‘’I’ve gotta get some more friends.’’
‘’You’ve got to follow, follow your star. You’ve got to follow, no matter how far.’’ Robin sang out as he scrubbed the stage as hard as his fingers would allow him to. By this point though, his fingers were really sore, and were on the verge of turning red. Luckily, he was finished with the scrubbing now, and he went outside the backstage door to dump the water. It was the color of mud, a very pretty color for stage water to be, one can imagine.
The good news: Robin was finished was the one stage and audience seating. The bad news? He hadn’t even started on the backstage area. He sighed as he acknowledged this fact. He couldn’t exactly put his finger on it, but there was just something that made cleaning up the theatre today-well-monotonous. Traditionally, it was a joy for the young teen, but today, he just wanted it to be over with, and he just didn’t know why.
All the same, work was work, and he had lots to do. He grabbed a single mop and bucket, and headed for the backstage area.
‘’I think I’m gonna need help,’’ he muttered.
‘’Did someone ask for help?’’ asked a voice very familiar to Robin’s respective ears.
He turned to find his three best mates, Eric, Josh, and Bryan (all frogs of course,) standing in the front doorway of the theatre.
‘’Or should I say, groan for help?’’ asked Eric, ever the taunting one.
‘’Eric! Bryan! Josh! What are you guys doing here?!’’
‘’We miss you, pally! You never hang out with us anymore. So, we figured: if we helped you get done here, you’d have more time to be with us, ‘’ explained Josh.
‘’Thanks guys! You’re great!’’
‘’Yeah yeah, but before you start thinking we’re too nice, just remember- we have ulterior motives- we want time with you in return. That’s the deal, got it?’’ Bryan said with a half grin.
‘’Deal!’’ cried Robin. ‘’But for now, grab whatever cleaning supplies you can find, and head backstage. There’s a lot of work to be done back there. Thanks again guys- I really don’t think I could’ve done this without you.’’
‘’Or me!’’ rang in a voice from the back. The voice belonged to a girl about Robin’s age, high pitched, but yet coy and a bit flirtatious. Robin and all the guys turned around to see Robin’s very best friend, Megan the Frog. She was donned in a plaid skirt with a black T-shirt was a V in the middle. Her honey-blonde hair relaxed perfectly to her shoulders. To say the least, Megan was sort of the idea girl as far as the friends were concerned in that she had the best of both worlds. She was feminine, fun, coy, and boy did she know how to flirt her way out of something-or sometimes-into something. On the other hand, she was very much one of the guys. She played football and video games, wrestled, was the hailed game master of all their dungeons and dragons games, and participated in whatever other ways they had fun. I t was even fair to say that sometimes, her friends forgot she was a girl. But Robin sure didn’t.
‘’Who do you think rallied the troops in the first place?’’ Megan asked.
‘’Hey Megara! What’s up?’’ all the guys advanced to her, high-fiving her and making her the target of their noogies.
‘’Ok, that’s enough guys, the hair?’’ That was definitely the sign to back off, which they did without question. It was only then that she was finally able to push through the crowd and talk to Robin.
‘’So, pulling a Tom Sawyer on us, Rob? Bringing us all here so we could do your chores for you?’’
‘’Please,’’ said Robin rolling his eyes. ‘’You guys are just here to help me backstage.’’
Megan and he guys looked around, feeling highly perplexed. The place looked--immaculate everywhere else, so what could he possibly be talking about?
‘’Well, what else is there to do?’’ asked Josh.
Robin, in response, cocked his head just to his left.
‘’Have you seen the green room?’’
