make fun of my
uncle？ How dare he！
I felt fire burn in my cheeks and a cold； hard knot tighten in my heart。 And in a flash I knew—I
was through with Bryce Loski。 He could keep his
brilliant blue eyes。 He could keep his two…faced smile and… and my kiss。 That's right！ He
could keep that； too。 I was never； ever going to talk to him
again！
I stormed back to the section of books on Susan B。 Anthony； found two that would work； and
then went back to my table。 But as I was collecting
my things to check out of the library； I remembered。 The next day we were going to the
Loskis' house for dinner。
I zipped up my backpack and threw it on my shoulder。 Surely after what had happened； I had
the right to vote against going！
Didn't I？
The Serious Willies
Realizing that my father had the same sense of humor as Garrett gave me the serious willies。
I had the hardest time just looking at my dad； let alone
speaking to him。 But at about five o'clock Friday afternoon I agreed with him about one thing
— we should've barbecued。 A barbecue is more； you
know； low…key。 Instead； my mom was flying around the kitchen； slicing and dicing and
barking orders at Dad and me like the president was ing
to dinner。
We swept the floor； put an extra leaf in the table； brought in five more chairs； and set the
table。 We set it all wrong； of course； but all my mo