I text to Angela. All that dusting has made my arms sore and my eyes itchy. Even Mom can see I need to take a break and get out of the basement. YES! NEWS! she texts back. It doesn’t take her long to walk over, and when I open the door she barges in, heads straight upstairs to my bedroom, flops onto my bed and sighs. “Guess what?” “Tell me,” I say. I’m not in the mood for games. “It’s the best thing ever,” she says. “Oh.” I sit down next to her and say, “You’re coming to dance with Dana!” “No! It’s way better than that,” Angela says. Okay, better than that? What could it be? “Something to do with Jonas? He asked you out again?” “Even better. His family invited me to go with them to Mexico.” “Wow! Mexico!” I leap across the bed and engulf Angela in a bear hug.
