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want to talk about it. He stayed away from his family as much as possible, he said—they were too
messed
up. But what if Jason was the one who was messed up? The summer between sixth and seventh grade,
Emily
had been over at Ali’s house when the DiLaurentises were packing up to go to their mountain house in
the Poconos. While the whole family industriously carried suitcases to the car, Jason slumped on the
recliner
in the den, flipping through the TV channels. When Emily asked Ali why Jason wasn’t helping, Ali just
shrugged. “He’s in one of his Elliott Smith moods.” She rolled her eyes. “They should put him in the
mental
ward, where he belongs.”
A shiver traveled down Emily’s back. “Jason needs to be in a mental ward?”
Ali rolled her eyes again. “It was a joke,” she groaned. “You’re so literal!”
But as she turned to carry another suitcase to the car, Ali’s mouth flickered slightly. It seemed like
something
was going on deep beneath Ali’s cool exterior, something she wouldn’t admit.
Emily had forwarded A’s picture to each of her old friends. Both Spencer and Hanna had responded,
saying
they had no idea what it could mean, but Aria hadn’t acknowledged it at all. What if they should be
worrying
about Jason? There was a lot about him they didn’t know.
A blond waitress in a green Applebee’s button-down and an Eagles baseball cap took their orders. Then
the
swimmers started talking about the party at the Radley. “Topher managed to snag an invite, and he
wants
me to go,” Carolyn was saying. “But what do you wear to something like that?”
Emily sipped her vanilla Coke. Topher was Carolyn’s boyfriend, but usually the two of them preferred
Heroes marathons to fancy parties. “What about the pink dress I wore to the Rosewood Day benefit?”
she