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shrank. “I’m not kissing anybody.”
    Lenni snickered and dropped to the floor beside me.
    Bianca rolled her eyes then settled them on mine. “We aren’t playing spin the bottle. We’re playing truth or dare.” She gave the bottle a twirl. “And you’re the lucky girl who goes first. Truth or dare?”
    I blew out a frustrated breath. “Fine. Ask me a question.”
    “Molly,” Bianca said, her voice smoky, like her eyeliner. “Where are you from?”
    “I’m originally from California, but we left when I was five. Dad found a better job in Texas.” Bianca watched my lips, unnerving me. “We lived in Crystal, Texas, until—”
    “Who’s we?”
    “Me, Mom, Dad…Boo, the Chihuahua.”
    “And your little dog too.” Bianca flexed her fingers. “Go ahead.”
    “We lived in Crystal until we moved here in July. That’s pretty much all.”
    “Fascinating,” Bianca said, her sarcasm obvious. She motioned to the bottle. “Your spin.”
    I spun. The neck pointed to Lenni.
    “Truth. Ask me something, Molly.” Lenni wiggled excitedly.
    I frowned, thinking. “Okay…how many boys have you kissed?”
    Bianca drew her tormented eyes to the ceiling. “Just the sort of question I’d expect from you.” She dragged her gaze to Lenni.
    “Umm, do I have to count my cousin Robert? We were only three years old.”
    “No. Please don’t,” I said.
    “Two boys, then. My spin.” She gave the bottle a twist. “Bianca!” she squealed. “Truth or dare?”
    “Dare,” Bianca answered, pursing her full lips.
    “I dare you to hug Molly.”
    My face grew hot. “That’s not a good idea.”
    Bianca shot behind me, locked my elbows to my sides.
    I stiffened, heart hammering.
    She squeezed sharply, driving the air from my lungs.
    “Dare accomplished.” She moved back to her space on the floor.
    “Thank you, Bianca.” Lenni smiled. “I’m proud of the two of you.”
    I sucked air through my nose and breathed out through my mouth, struggling to keep the hiccups at bay.
    Bianca’s claw-like nails clinked on the glass as she twirled the bottle.
    “Truth,” I said. “Ask away. Hope you don’t die of boredom.”
    “Molly, who is your very most bestest friend in the whole entire world?” The grin on Bianca’s face looked out of place, like the Big Bad Wolf before he gobbled Grandmother.
    I chewed the inside of my cheek. If I answered truthfully, admitting Lenni was the best friend I’d ever had, Bianca might go ballistic. If I named someone from my old school, Lenni would be crushed. The air thickened. Lenni shifted positions.
    “We’re waiting,” Bianca whispered, her eyes sliding down my stubbly legs to the chipped polish on my toes. She curled her lip.
    “I would have to say…Lenni.”
    Mrs. Flemming’s footsteps sounded on the stairs. “Pizza’s here.” She tapped the door lightly, her foot in mid-air when Lenni opened it. “I got two. One pepperoni, the other divided—half sausage, half cheese. I know you like plain cheese, Bianca.”
    “Wanna join us, Mom?” Lenni asked, opening the top box.
    “Not tonight. I have a brand new bottle of pink grapefruit-scented bubble bath to try out. Have fun.”
    Lenni frowned at her fingernail. “Darn! I chipped my polish and can’t touch it up. A few days ago I lost the bottle.” She sank to the floor and opened the other box. Bianca took a slice of cheese pizza. I wondered how she could be hungry after that plateful of dumplings. Running around all hours of the night planting voodoo dolls must be a real calorie burn.
    Bianca picked at the pizza, consuming the slice, layer by layer, as she stared at me, licking her fingers between bites.
    Lenni finished and stretched her legs. “Now I want something sweet.”
    I swallowed my last bite and pulled my bag by the strap. “Mom baked cookies this morning and sent some with me.” I fished into the side pocket, retrieving the pummeled baggie.
    “Yay! Yummy.” Lenni snatched the baggie, yanked it open and