I ask Daisy the next morning at the metro station. She is wearing the same black leggings she got in trouble for wearing yesterday. “I put myself up to it.” Daisy’s dark eyes shine. She is more offended now than when I turned her in to Germinato. “I’m not saying Rowena bosses you around or anything.” Daisy puts her hands on her hips. “It sounded like that’s what you were saying.” “It’s just that Rowena is a very strong person. She talked me into running for the Student Life Committee. And that didn’t exactly work out.” I avoid looking at Daisy. “Aren’t you worried you’ll get in trouble?” Daisy unbuttons her coat to show me the long grey sweater she is wearing over the leggings. “This tunic top passes the fingers test,” she explains. “I don’t know,” I say, shaking my head.
