Unfortunately, Dad got up from the table to answer the phone. “It’s for you,” he said, holding the phone out. “Some girl named Jennifer. And after only a few days at school. Wow.” He said it loud enough for Jennifer to hear him. I swallowed my mouthful of soft-shell taco and groaned. “Thanks, Dad,” I said, grabbing the phone. He missed my sarcasm. “No problem,” he said. I rolled my eyes and sighed. I put my hand over the mouthpiece—like he should have done. “By the way,” I said, “it’s not what you think. It’s not a big deal that she called.” And it wasn’t what Jason thought either. Although I wished, in a way, that it were. I took my hand off the mouthpiece. “Hello,” I said. “Hello,” Jennifer said. “I’m glad your dad was impressed. Does it usually take you longer than a few days to get a girl to call?” “Very funny,” I said. “Actually it is.” She laughed. I didn’t. I was steamed. More at Dad than at her though. “Anyway, 2515 Palmetto,”
