We wore Randy’s and Noah’s away jerseys. As Melissa said, “There’s only so much hockey you can stick us with, Lindsey.” After the game I scurry to get ready for the luau at the Macks’. I put on a truly obnoxious floral tank top with a pair of my favorite jeans and flip-flops. I slide a grass skirt over my jeans. I find a plastic flower from Mom’s craft cupboard and tuck it behind my right ear. My sunglasses complete the look. “Crazy,” I mumble to myself as I look in the bathroom mirror. “What’s the occasion?” Kristine’s mellow voice rolls into the bathroom. “Trick or treat early this year?” She looks horrible. Her eyes are pink and squinty. She hasn’t washed her hair in days. “Raven’s having a luau.” I slide my sunglasses down my nose and wink. “Want to come?” “Not.” Kristine disappears into the cave of her bedroom. I twirl in front of the mirror and watch the strands of plasticine grass swoosh out around me. “Did Kristine come this way?”
