KARA SAID IN A KIND voice as they all piled onto the bus once the game was finished. “I had my hands across my eyes for the entire game. Even Mr. Morton the janitor noticed, and he’s half blind,” Sophie wailed as she rubbed her temples and reminded herself that it was lucky she was a positive thinker, since she was pretty sure that any other eleven-year-old who had been forced to sit through a basketball game looking like an idiot—while her crush was playing—would’ve died on the spot. Whereas Sophie knew that the best thing to do was to look for the positive part of it all. She still hadn’t found it yet, but given time she was sure she would. “Yes, but when this is all over, you can just explain to him that you had something in your eye,” Harvey said. “But right now we need to concentrate on getting Ben and Melissa back together. Which, for the record, goes against everything I believe in, since evil like that should never be encouraged.” “I know. It’s hardly ideal, but we have to make it work,”
