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years ahead of me. Why?"
    A senior. How exciting. Not that Troy and I will date or that he even noticed me, except for the whole junk landing. He probably has a girlfriend anyway. Or even a bunch of them.
    "You like him?" She uses that singsong voice which means she's teasing, and I hate teasing. It makes me feel stupid and inferior, and I want to smack people who do that. But I think smacking Kinley would hurt our budding friendship, so I ignore it. This time.
    "Maybe. Is there anyone in school you like?" If I get the four-one-one on her love life then this convo won't feel so one-sided.
    "There's one. Eli. He's a junior. He once held the cafeteria door open for me, and our eyes met. It was love at first sight, but I'm pretty sure it's one-sided. Besides there's no way Mom and Dad would let me date unsupervised. And do you know what dating with a chaperone would be like? Mucho humiliating."
    I chuckle, and now we're even. "Yeah, that would suck. So, tell me about Troy?" I try to get the scoop on everyone. It's the detective in me. But there's something extra special about this boy.
    She thinks for a minute. "He broke up with Shayla at the end of last year. I only know because I was in the bathroom stall and overheard her telling her friends she dumped him for an older and much more sophisticated guy."
    "Who's Shayla?"
    Kinley rolls her eyes. "Only a witch with a capital B. She's Linzy's mean, older sister."
    Crap. Willowy and blonde? Of course. There's no way he'll be interested in short and round.
    A red sports car pulls onto the street and slows down at the house across from me. It's one of those sleek two-seaters. It turns into the driveway and parks inside the garage. As the door descends, I make out a balding man with a pot belly.
    "Who's that?"
    She places her hands behind her and leans back. "Mr. Friedman. He and his wife live there. They have a son and a daughter, both away at college. Mr. Friedman just got that car. Mom says it's a mid-life crisis toy. Mrs. Friedman gardens, and Mom says the gardener is her toy."
    I squeal then cover my mouth with my hand. "Ohmigod."
    Kinley giggles and nods rapidly. "I know. Mom is usually so proper, but she got a bit tipsy at the New Year's Eve party last year and let it all spill. I guess she and her friends compare notes every week when they get together for their book club."
    "What about over there?" I point to the house next to the Friedman's, directly across from Kinley's.
    "The Rodriquez family. A mom, dad, and the cutest little girl."
    "And what about on the other side of them?"
    "Bridget Lansing."
    "The realtor?" The woman mentioned earlier.
    "Yeah, she's a part of Mom's book club, and Dad calls her a cougar. An older woman who likes much younger guys."
    Duh. "Yeah, I know what it is. How about next to me?"
    "Mrs. Jackson. She's super old and walks super slow. I don't know much about her."
    Before I get to ask about the remaining houses on the corners of our street, loud voices sound, and we look over to the Quinn house. Mrs. Quinn and Linzy stand in the brightly lit living room, shouting at one another. Mrs. Quinn has one hand on her hip, and the other points toward the doorway.
    Linzy stomps her feet and screams, "No, I'm not doing that, and you can't make me."
    "Wow," Kinley whispers.
    I know. If I spoke that way to Dad, his head would do a three-hundred-sixty degree turn a la Linda Blair in the Exorcist , and I wouldn't see the outside of my room until we move to our next house.
    "Go to your room," Mrs. Quinn shouts then turns her back on her.
    Linzy runs out. The upstairs hall light goes on then off. And with it, our entertainment.
    But a moment later it resumes as their back wooden gate opens, and Linzy tiptoes along the grass. She scurries past the house and down the street.
    I stand. "Let's follow her."
    Kinley gasps. "Have you gone mental?"
    "Not since the hospital released me. Come on. Let's see where she's going."
    I don't wait for Kinley's approval and run to