I redialed, figuring maybe someone was on the other line, but the same thing happened. Who calls someone at ten o’clock at night? If someone called that late here, I’d assume there was an emergency. And there was. I needed to know where my best friend was and when she was coming home—right now. Good things were finally happening in my life and I couldn’t enjoy them not knowing her whereabouts. I clicked the off button and slumped back against my pillows, my plan a total failure. If it wasn’t for the fact that I’d be a wreck for the meet if I didn’t get to sleep soon, I would have walked over in my jammies and knocked on the door. Instead, I picked up a book off my nightstand and flipped it open, looking for a distraction. Maybe reading would be the trick to ease and tire my racing mind. Next thing I knew, the sun shone through the curtains and Mom was shaking my shoulder. “Come on, sleepy head. You overslept.” I sat up with an adrenaline jolt. “Holy crawfish!” Her eyes met mine.
