suddenly at his seat, as though to give a toast, and shouted, “Hey!” All the tables looked up. We were in our usual circle—the Kittredge girls and now Meg and Tabby, too—and we all turned. Knox’s friend was staring hard at Caroline. “You could have had him,” said this minion, pointing to Knox. “Do you understand that?” Caroline was pale, her eyes pained. She’d been hanging out with Dave the rower for a few weeks, but she hadn’t said anything unkind, hadn’t rejected Knox to his face—she had just taken up with someone else. We girls were uncertain how to react to this boy’s eruption of righteous
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