“We are so white!” Gretchen exclaimed to Marcus. “Aren’t we just so white?” Marcus’s eyes widened slightly and he smiled that puzzled, disbelieving smile I knew so well. “Pretty white,” he agreed, indulgently. “Right?” said Gretchen. She shrieked with laughter at her own outrageousness. “You are so random,” said Simon consideringly. He was smiling, but it wasn’t quite a compliment. “I know, right?” said Gretchen, delighted. “Seriously random.”
