Chapter 4 PSYCHIC FRIEND DRIVES GIRL BATTY I was so annoyed that all I could do that night was homework. I didn’t even check my e-mail or anything. When I woke up early the next day, I read my usual news feeds and blogs and stuff, and then I opened my e-mail to send an interview request each to John Scott and Anthony Wright. But there were a few very interesting e-mails in my in-box. One was from Michael. It said: Paste, I’m sorry I ran off on you. I felt terrible after. A nose for news should never mean ditching your friends. Your instincts were better. Anthony wasn’t all that prepared either, so it was kind of a waste of time. Nice guy, though. Will compare notes after you meet him and conduct a much-better-prepared interview than I did. Sorry if I made you doubt your instincts and manners (not to flatter myself; I probably didn’t). I’d like to make it up to you. Hot-chocolate date? M Wait . . . did he say date? I sighed happily in my chair. A three-fer! An apology and date offer from Michael, a vindication of my noninterviewing instinct, and a confirmation of my good first impression of Anthony Wright.
