She never let Randie or me into the kitchen. She said we were hopeless in there. Meanwhile, Randie got us a couple more beers. Julie said we both were competent enough to do that. “Even after all these years,” Randie said, chuckling, “I can’t believe you were stupid enough to take Shamrock to your room. If I had thought you were in there, I never would have opened the door. I expected to find the place empty.” “Well, I never expected you to check on us. You never checked on us.” “I wasn’t checking on you then. I was pretending to check on you, and only because Shamrock’s coach was being a real pain about finding her. I had a pretty good idea what you two were doing, and I didn’t want any part of it.” “And you didn’t do anything to us, anyway.” Randie shook her head. “How could I? If word got out, it could have cost Shamrock that UCLA scholarship she was in line for. It certainly would have turned the state tournament into a major scandal.” Randie hollered into the kitchen, “Did you hear that, Julie?
