Chapter 23
“I’m sorry, Denise,” I say. “I guess I’m not a very good spy. I probably shouldn’t be doing this at all.” Jeez! Listen to me babble!
“Hey, don’t worry,” Denise says. “We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”
Her voice is calm and soothing, like Mr. Robinson’s pat on the shoulder when I thought he would throw me out of the rehab clinic.
The next day is like any Monday. I’m not looking forward to returning to school. And I’m really not looking forward to talking to Denise. I hope the calm voice I heard on the phone wasn’t solely for Randy’s benefit.
To top it off, my mom never told me anything more about the mystery phone call. “Later” still hasn’t arrived. Obviously.
I weave my way through the crowded corridor to my locker. Kids brush by me, as if I’m not there. No one cares about me. F
