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“But they’ll only serve you virgin drinks, Emily,” Mrs. Colbert clarified.
Emily’s skin prickled. Virgin? She glanced at Isaac, unable to control the muscles around her mouth. She
knows, she thought. She definitely knows.
Isaac smiled appeasingly. “Don’t worry. We won’t drink.”
“Good,” Mrs. Colbert said. “I worry about you guys going to these adult functions. A lot of the
bartenders
don’t even ask for IDs.” She sighed dramatically. “I thought you’d be more excited about the church trip
to
Boston next week than the Radley opening, Isaac. You were never interested in going to fancy adult
parties
until a few weeks ago.” She glanced pointedly at Emily, as if to say that Emily’s partying ways had
corrupted
him.
“I’ve always liked parties,” Isaac defended quickly.
“Oh, let them have some fun, Margaret,” Mr. Colbert said gently. “They’ll be good.”
The phone rang, and Mrs. Colbert jumped up to get it. Isaac excused himself to go to the bathroom, and
Mr.
Colbert disappeared to his office. Emily sliced her pie into tinier and tinier pieces, her hands slick and her
cheeks hot. What was wrong with her? Was she being unreasonably sensitive? This had to be all in her
head. Mrs. Colbert didn’t have it in for Emily and wasn’t trying to mess with her mind. She wasn’t A.
She gathered the plates and carried them to the sink, hoping she’d seem helpful. After a few minutes of
scrubbing, she felt in her pocket for her cell phone. This would be an opportune time for A to write a
snarky
message about Mommy Dearest’s behavior. In fact, maybe Mrs. Colbert hadn’t known about Emily and
Isaac yesterday…but A had tipped her off just in time for tonight’s dinner. Just like the old A, New A
always
seemed to know everything, after all.
But the little screen on Emily’s Nokia was blank. Suddenly, Emily realized she actually wanted a text from