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pushed off his face, and he had a dark green scarf wrapped many times around his neck. When he
smiled,
his white teeth gleamed. He leaned forward to kiss her, but she stiffened, half-expecting a siren to go off
and Mrs. Colbert to pop out from behind a bush, ready to yank him away.
She turned her head, pretending to fumble with her car keys. Isaac pulled back. Even in the dark car,
Emily
could see the little parenthesis that formed at the corner of Isaac’s right eye whenever he was worried.
“You
okay?” he asked.
Emily faced forward. “Yep.” She shifted the Volvo into drive and pulled away from the curb.
“You excited for the Radley party tomorrow?” Isaac asked. “I rented a tux this time. Better than my
dad’s
old suit, right?” He chuckled.
Emily pulled in her bottom lip, astonished. He still assumed they could go to the Radley party? “Sure,”
she
said.
“My dad’s totally stressed about the catering, and he keeps ribbing me about how I’m not helping yet
again
because I’ve got a date.” Isaac grinned and poked her in the ribs.
Emily squeezed the steering wheel, her eyes welling. She couldn’t take this anymore. “So…your parents
haven’t said anything about us not going together?” she blurted out.
Isaac looked at her curiously. “Well, I’ve barely seen them the past few days, they’ve been so busy. But
why
would they have a problem with us going together? They were there when I asked you.”
A car passed going the other direction, its xenon headlights blinding. She said nothing.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Isaac asked again.
Emily swallowed hard. She tasted peanut butter in her mouth, the sensation she always got when she
was