“Let’s be quiet.” Nick was careful opening his front door. I hoped he couldn’t hear my heart pounding. “My folks are out for the evening.” He entered and pushed at some boots that were blocking our way. The Lunds’ entrance was crammed with things. There were coats of every size hanging on hooks, and boots and snowshoes were piled up in the corner. Some skis, too.
“Oh, hi,” a girl said at the end of the hall. She came walking up to us. She wore a large red sweater over Lycra pants and her strawberry blond hair was big as a football. She was probably younger than I was, but I couldn’t tell because of all the make-up she had on. “You’re early.” She tilted her head a little and leaned back on the wall near us, twirling a curl of hair in her skinny fingers. “Nick…right?”
“In the flesh.” Nick
