The Short Seller
Chapter 1 Sweet Spot
Lindy yawned and weighed the options on the table. She could start her homework, or she could start eating her plate of warm minicookies. Like there was even a choice. She stacked two of the cookies and bit into them together.
“Double-decker,” Howe said. “You should eat one at a time so they last longer.”
“Nah,” said Lindy. She sucked a blob of melted chocolate off her finger. “That’s no fun.”