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“To be fair, you’re working two jobs,” I replied, sucking
some sauce off my thumb.
“That is fair,” she agreed. “But you should see the student
loans I’m racking up at school down in Jersey. I gotta save some
money.”
“I hear you,” I reassured her as I very attractively guzzled an
entire crust in one bite.
“How was school this semester?” Gunner piped up.
“It was school, you know. How was school for you?” she
asked. “Or more importantly, how’s your summer going?”
He shrugged, looking up at us over his book. “It’s okay. I’m
not doing much. Timmy Johansson keeps telling me he has a ghost
in his house but he won’t let me come over and see it.”
Michelle immediately whipped around. “Oh, my gosh, that’s
right. How was your ghost hunting class? You never gave me the
full details.”
I dabbed my napkin at my face in a very ladylike manner to
make up for the beastly way I had wolfed down my pizza. “It was
actually surprisingly interesting.”
Her heavily-lined eyes widened. “You’re shitting me.”
“Not. I actually enjoyed it. I made friends with one of the
group members and I’ve been asking him questions about it. He
wants me to try it out for myself.”
“Hold on. ‘He’?” She wiggled her eyebrows.
“Yes, he. But not he he. He’s kind of geeky. Like, really pale
and scrawny.” Instantly I felt bad for saying that, but I had to dismiss
any ideas she was getting that I might be interested in Tucker.
She nodded, looking a little disappointed. Michelle never
really dated any boys, since she was agonizingly shy around anyone
that wasn’t me. So she liked to try and live vicariously through my
experiences. Which, let me tell you, were not all that many.
“His name’s Tucker. He owns The End Shelf, which is
where they had the class. I went back a few times with some
questions from both Gunner and myself, and then we hung out on
Sunday night.”
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