Greta thought she could do whatever she wanted, get drunk as anything, and I’d be there to carry her home. She thought after everything she’d done, ruining all my Finn stuff, making me look stupid again and again, that she could rely on me. Well, she couldn’t. This time she’d find that out. I wouldn’t be there to rescue her, and that was that. As we were leaving, I saw Ben in the front lobby, dressed in his all-black backstage clothes and buying a cup of Hawaiian Punch at the PTA snack table. “Hey,” I said as I passed. “Oh,
