Who else did I have? Walcott was out. He’d asked for space, and I owed him anything he asked for, forever. Mimmy or Dad would have expected me to say where I was going, and I’d have to lie. The truth would horrify and frighten them. Bethany wouldn’t have cared what I was up to, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to drop by to see if she’d share Nanny Jean for the day. Not with the knowledge banging around in my head that Bethany was far better at sharing than I had ever suspected.Natty liked Paula, and I trusted that she wouldn’t feed him bleach or bake him, but I still hadn’t asked her. If I was on fire, I doubted she’d so much as pee on me to put it out. William said she’d do it, though, and called her up. He was right. Turned out, her sexual politics were stronger than both our rivalry and her personal aversion to me.William and I were sitting in his SUV, screened behind the smoked-glass windows. We were in the backseat, and that had a lot of subtext for a girl my age.
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