Chapter
Eleven
I
sloughed off my wet shirt and borrowed a new one from the shelf. It was for Starbucks’ DoubleShot and
read,
BRING ON THE DAY
. Then I fished my cell from my cubby and punched in Dorrie’s speed dial.
“
Hola, cookie,” she said, picking up on the second ring.
“Hi,” I said. “Do you have a minute? I’ve had the weirdest day, and it just keeps getting weirder, and I
have
got to talk to someone about it.”
“Did you get Gabriel?”
“Huh?”
“I said, did you get—” She broke off.
When she spoke again, her voice was overly controlled. “Addie?
Please tell me you remembered to go to Pet World.”
My stomach slammed down to my feet, like an elevator whose cables broke. I quickly closed my phone
and grabbed my coat from the hook. As I was leaving, my phone rerang. I knew I shouldn’t answer, I
knew
I shouldn’t answer . . . but I gave in and answered anyway.
“Listen,” I said.
“No, you listen. It’s ten thirty, and you promised Tegan you’d go to Pet World at nine o’clock on the dot.
There’s no excuse you can give that’ll justify why you’re still at Starbucks futzing around.”
“That’s
not fair,” I argued. “What if . . . what if an iceberg fell on my head and left me in a coma?”
“
Did an iceberg fall on your head and leave you in a coma?”
I pressed my lips together.
“Uh-huh, well, let me ask you this: Whatever your reason really is, does it have to do with you and
some ridiculous new crisis?”
“No! And if you’d stop attacking me and let me tell you all the weird stuff that’s happened to me, you’d
understand.”
“Do you even hear yourself?” she said incredulously. “I ask if it’s about some new crisis, and you say
‘No, and by the way, let me tell you about my new crisis.’”
“I didn’t say that.”
Did I?
She exhaled. “Not cool, Addie.”
My voice went small. “Okay, you’re right. But, um . . . it has
been an unusually bizarre day, even for
me. I just want you to know that.”
“Of course it was,” Dorrie said. “And of course you forgot about Tegan, because it’s always, always,
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