“What actually happened Friday night?” Emmie asks. “And don’t even think about feeding me with bullshit this time.” The bell rings, putting an end to our discussion. “Meet us at lunch and I’ll tell you all my naughty secrets. If you don’t hear the gossip before then.” “Oh, I’ve heard it all. I just want to know which parts are actually true.” “Probably all the worst bits.” Her eyes sparkle with excitement. “That’s what I was hoping for.”
