As I got ready for school on Wednesday morning, I was feeling very strange. I hadn't been bothered by the night calling at all on the previous evening, and I had been able to sleep without trouble again. And once again, I had not seen anyone in the mirror who should not have been there. All ...
Charisse left me at my front door, and then sped off. I knew she was angry—she had maintained a stony silence during the drive to my house. But I didn't see that there was anything either one of us could do if her mother liked Joshua Martin. Maybe Charisse had noticed something st...