Chapter 10
All week at lunch, Caro and I talk about the winter carnival. I bring in a scarf I’ve knitted on the sly. It’s a dark pink paired with moss green, in fun fur, of course, since it’s for Caro. It doesn’t look like a little kid’s scarf, even with the pink, and the color makes her olive skin glow. She surprises me with a knitted headband, the first thing she’s knitted on her own without any help.
“It’s awesome,” I say.
“It’s not that good.”
“It is. I’m totally wearing it on Friday.” I won’t have to wear a hat then. Caro’s curls look great peeking out from beneath a cap. My hair? Not so much. Normally, I wouldn’t care—except if Sam’s there. Well, I hate to say it, but then I’ll care a lot.
I’m so preoccupied by all this that I almost forget to be nervous when it’s my turn to giv
