“I thought you told me Jimmy Jimmereeno was run over and killed.”
“What?”
“You heard me,” Eloise said. “Why are you sleeping way over here?”
“Because,” said Ramona.
“Because why? Ramona, I don’t feel like—”
“Because I don’t want to hurt Mickey.”
“Who?”
“Mickey,” said Ramona, rubbing her nose. “Mickey Mickeranno.”
Eloise raised her voice to a shriek. “You get in the center of that bed. Go on.”
Ramona, extremely frightened, just looked up at Eloise.