That pissed me off. Things were bad enough without stupid jokes. She was the only one who had kept her name a secret.
“What’s your name?” she asked me again.
“Dickens!” I leaned toward her and shouted, hoping to startle her into jumping. But she didn’t. She just turned to Fob. “Tell me your name.”
He looked at me, then at the girl. “My name is Fob,” he said quietly. “You know that. What’s your name? Have you found a new one yet?” The girl shook her head, and they stared at each other, like dogs that were about to fight.
My skin prickled. Fob and I had both awakened by the river without any memories. Everyone in the Old City does. I looked at the girl. “The children in the wagon seemed so sad and—”