I asked, walking into my living room, where Lucy and Finn were playing video games and giggling, so wrapped up in each other they didn’t even notice. “Lucy?” I tried again. “Hey, Maggie,” she said as she scrambled to her feet. “What are you doing here?” I asked. She flashed me a guilty smile. “I stopped by to see if you wanted to hang out. And you weren’t here. So Finn invited me in. We were just playing Hoops Away.” “That’s Hoops Today,” said Finn. “Right.” Lucy giggled. “Hoops Today.” “We had plans to meet up at Sonya’s this morning, remember? The Seth Ryan search.” “Oh, yeah.” Lucy looked down at her blue Converse high-tops. She’d drawn a little brown owl on each of the rubber tips—owls she now stared at like they were a part of our conversation. “I kind of forgot.” “Beatrix told me you called her, specifically to say you couldn’t make it.” “You need to call her Lulu now,” Finn replied, as if that actually made sense. “Huh?”
