Chapter 24
“Sure,” I say. “The gym. Our usual spot?”
“Yes.” Denise brightens. As I’ve said, she’s not good at detecting sarcasm. She glances at the clock. “Uh-oh, class is starting. Gotta go. Bye!”
And off she runs.
The kids who stopped to listen all turn and look after her. Then, they look back at me.
I jut my head forward. “Boo!”
They flinch and disperse. A couple of kids give me funny looks. One girl (I would swear) is grinning.
“So,” I say to Judy, “lunch sounds good. Meet you at the cafeteria later.”
I wander by the gym between first and second periods, slowing a bit, just in case. I hear a familiar psst. Guess who beat me there? I duck inside.
Denise reaches out and touches my arm. But she doesn’t yank me under the bleachers this time. Something’s changed.
“The building Ran
