“I’m going to France!” she practically screamed, and then she barreled towards me, waving around a pair of tickets. “For three nights, Claire!” “Omigod,” I screamed, joining her on the bouncing, as I studied the tickets in her hands. “Whoa, you’re not just going to France, Shan,” I squealed with excitement. “You’re going to Paris!” “That’s still France,” Lizzie said in a lifeless tone, shoving past me on her way to the kitchen area. “Read a fucking map sometime.”
