Debbi looks like she hasn’t slept at all. Her face is white and set, and dark-purple shadows bruise under her eyes
This is a terrible idea. This is a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad idea.
“Let the record show,” I say, stealing a line from Libby, “that I do not support this idea. At all. I think it’s best to let sleeping dogs lie. Forever. Ma will forget about it, no one was hurt, it was a mistake. Why on earth would you want to mix that into our relationship? Imagine Ma suspends you. You’ll never want to come over again.”
Truthfully, I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t want to be friends ever again, my house or hers, but that sentiment is just for my deep-down insecurities; no need to share that with the audience.
I can almost see Debbi shrug. “I don’t care. I just feel like this is something I need to do, okay? I was talking to Zeesy and she said she agrees with me.”
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