Jenn reached forward, grabbing my wrist and pulling me through the door with one big yank. “I am so, so happy to see you! It’s been ages!” When she gave me a sloppy kiss on the cheek, though, I knew something was up. Jenn was a lot of things, but effusive wasn’t one of them. “Hey,” I said as she began pulling me down the hallway. “What’s going on?” “We are having so much fun,” she said. “Come on, you have to meet Margaret.” Judging by the dragging, it was clear I didn’t have a choice in the matter, so I let her take me into the kitchen. There, I saw Meredith at the island, looking uneasy, while a dark-haired girl with her back to me dumped some ice in the blender. “Sydney’s here!” Jenn, who also was not loud—ever—shouted. “And she needs a drink.” “Of course she does,” Margaret said, turning around. She had long black hair tumbling over her shoulders, bright blue eyes, and a sprinkling of freckles.
