The boy hears laughter outside and puts down his book. He sees all the children coming to his house, many of whom he recognizes. He sees the girl, whose family was caught in the crossfire of the invasion of Grenada. He thinks about the hundreds of years of colonization between slavery and now, all written down in his book. Soon enough, the children get to his house’s front window and asks for Kool-Aid from the flip lady.

The flip lady, the boy’s mother, gets up and sees her son reading his book. She gets a tray full of frozen Kool-Aid out of her fridge. She charges a dime per cup. She reminisces when she used to make these for her kids in their younger age, but now they’re grown, and now she sells them to other kids.

The children eat from their cups of Kool-Aid, including the girl, who was asked to come along with them today. She looks at hers, puzzled, and tries to eat it, but the chunk of Kool-Aid pops out of her cup and falls down. She thinks about her childhood on Grenada and how the kids there didn’t really like her that much. Now, she’s back in the states with kids who don’t like her here anyway. Someone tells her to get another frozen Kool-Aid, and she hesitates. She doesn’t want to leave her bike, but she foolishly trusts the children around her to look after it. She then goes up to the flip lady’s house to ask for Kool-Aid, but only the boy appears, saying that she’s not in and that no Kool-Aid can be sold right now. As they bicker back and forth, the boy notices the other children breaking her bike. Meanwhile, the girl desperately needs a bathroom and runs inside to use his.

In the bathroom, the girl thinks about her brand-new bicycle, how she only had it for a few weeks before the other kids broke it. She thinks about what her mother says often about the cruelty and selfishness of people these days, as opposed to people like her mother, who choose to be doctors to save people. After she leaves, she meets the boy’s friend in the living room, who asks her where she’s from. She says she’s from Grenada and explains to him that it’s an island. Meanwhile, the boy mistakes her for some kind of Rastafarian. Eventually, the boy comes back in and says her bike is done for. The friend asks her why those kids did that to her bike. The girl simply stands still and says nothing. The boy gets her a glass of water.

The girl goes up to the boy’s stack of books and asks him if those are his. He thinks about how his deceased brother used to read them. Upset, the boy asks her what she cares for, to which she says that she’s seen and read one of them before. The boy tells her that she should head on home and asks her why she’s been sticking around for so long. She says she doesn’t want her bike back, to which the boy tells her to just leave it and get it some other time. Meanwhile, the friend wants to get some Kool-Aid, but the boy angrily tells him that there isn’t any.

The friend thinks about what’s got the boy so worked up. He thinks he just needs some fresh air and wonders if he should talk to him about it. He resolves to tell him how much his big brother was proud of him. He then digs around in the flip lady’s pantry and thinks about how she isn’t taking good care of herself these days, all because of grief. He eventually happens upon a jar of “powdered sugar” and starts taking it for himself in a plastic bag. There’s then a knock on the door, which the boy goes out to answer.

Through the front window, the girl watches the boy talk to older men outside of his house. The friend explains that those are friends of his deceased brother’s, how there’s a dispute going on about something that the deceased brother might have stolen from them and hid here. He then asks her about the book from earlier and whether she really read it. They then talk more about the girl’s history, why her family moved to Grenada, which was to help people in need. Eventually, the girl shares that she lost her aunt, and the friend shares that the boy lost his brother too. He then pulls out his bag of “powdered sugar” and tells her to rub it on her teeth. As she gets dizzy from it, he tells her not to ever have the flip lady’s Kool-Aid ever again because it’s nasty.

The boy watches the flip lady pull into their driveway. He helps her with her grocery bags, all the while she mulls over her grief, how her family needs time to move through it. When he walks in, he sees the girl with her mouth wide open and his friend tucking away the bag of “powdered sugar.” He asks his friend what he did, and the girl is just staring up at the ceiling. Quickly, the boy gets her out of here before the flip lady can see. Later that night, the flip lady makes her batch of Kool-Aid and how, in no time, everyone will come running to get it.