They’ll drive around in a PT Cruiser and have ten kids!” Frida read from her notebook, and everyone started laughing. We were sitting outside in the library courtyard at lunch on Monday. Frida was leading us in a game of MASH, which was supposed to predict your future. I loved how silly all the outcomes were. “I don’t know how you’ll fit all those kids into a PT Cruiser,” Emma said, and laughed. I wiggled my eyebrows at Jessi. “So, Jake Washington, eh?” He was in our gym class. “Coming up with the names of four boys wasn’t easy. Wait until it’s your turn!” Jessi said. Of course, Cody had been the first boy she had named. Frida had then counted and randomly crossed off an item from each list: boys, careers, numbers, cities, types of cars, and MASH (which stood for “mansion, apartment, shack, or house”) until only one remained for each. Frida turned to Zoe. “Your turn! First, name four boys.” Zoe shrugged. “I don’t even know if I ever want to get married.”
