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236 pages, Hardcover
First published October 2, 2007
The elevator seemed to move slower and slower as the clock in my head ticked louder and louder, and I thought about how Mr. Solomon might make us walk back to Roseville if no one achieved our mission objectives.
“You in a hurry or something?” the boy asked.
“Actually, I’m supposed to meet my teacher at the ruby slipper exhibit. I’ve only got twenty minutes, and if I’m late, he’ll kill me.” (Not a lie, but maybe an exaggeration—I hoped.)
“How do you know?”
“Because he said, ‘Meet me at the ruby slipper exhibit.’”
“No.” The boy was smiling, shaking his head. “How do you know you only have twenty minutes? You’re not wearing a watch.”
“My friend just told me.” The lie was smooth and easy, and I was a little bit proud of it, happy that I didn’t have to think about how in forty-five seconds, this boy had noticed something that Josh hadn’t seen in four months.
“You fidget a lot,” he said.
Make that two things Josh hadn’t even seen.
“I’m sorry,” I said, but I wasn’t. “I have low blood sugar.” Lie number three. “I need to eat something.” Which wasn’t really a lie, since…well…I was hungry.
And then the stranger boy totally knocked me for a loop, because he handed me a bag of M&Ms. “Here. I ate most of them already.”
"I thought you liked your interludes secret and mysterious. Your boyfriends private."
"We weren't having an interlude. And you are not my boyfriend."
"Yeah. I noticed."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You're the Gallagher Girl. You figure it out."