“Why is everyone being so damned mysterious about this?” Jessica whispered to Natalya as she climbed the steps to The Puffin Diner for the second time today.
“Because it’s making you crazy.”
That was certainly the truth. Mom had simply declared, “Greg is doing a Friday night,” which was greeted with a swell of excitement from the knitters, “and Jessica doesn’t know what that means.” That had elicited a half dozen “You’re in for such a treat, dear,” comments.
And when she’d pushed, they’d all shut down. When she’d tried being subtle about it Mrs. Winslow had snorted out a laugh at her lame technique and Tiffany had merely rolled her eyes. It reached the point where she couldn’t even mention it tangentially without getting shut down.
“Are you going?” she’d asked Tiffany.
Before the quie
