“Jimmy? What are you calling me for?” Wendy demanded. “Where are you?”

“At home, um…”

“We’re waiting for you,” she hissed into the phone. “I already told
them you guys are coming over.”

“You told them?”

“Well, yeah!”

“Oh.”

“So what are you doing?” she asked. “You’d better not tell me you’re
chickening out!”

“What? No!”

“Is it your mother? You didn’t say anything to her, did you?”

“Wendy…”

“What?”

“Did you talk to Kylie?” I wondered cautiously.

“Kylie?” That stopped her cold for a second. “No…Why?”

“I just wondered, um…”

“What happened?”

“Nothing,” I lied.

“Jimmy?” Wendy sounded worried. …