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  “Where did you get that pretty sweater?” Petra said, and Marjorie rolled her eyes. Eavesdropping on sweaters was not going to get Marjorie where she wanted to go, which was deep into the details of the biggest breakup at Tibbett High since the last coach had left his wife for a cafeteria worker.

  Quinn smiled sweetly at Petra to annoy Marjorie and said, “It’s vintage. I found it in a shop in Columbus the last time I visited my sister.”

  “I think you’re making her reevaluate her own life,” Edie said.

  “Why would I do that?” Quinn asked, genuinely mystified. “I don’t see that what I’m doing has any bearing on her.”

  “Does it come in other colors?” Petra asked. “I can’t wear lavender. I’m too pale.” Petra looked like the undead, but it wasn’t the fault of her clothing.

  “I’m sure it came in other colors in nineteen sixty,” Quinn said, trying not to sound exasperated. “It’s vintage. There aren’t any more.” It had also been five bucks, but Quinn saw no point in making Marjorie’s day by broadcasting how cheap she was.

  “Probably no bearing at all,” Edie said, soothingly. “So now that you’ve got some free time, you can come do the tech for the play. Sets and costumes. The stipend’s a thousand dollars, which isn’t bad, and if you don’t do it, I’ll end up with a parent again. Remember The Sound of Music?”

  Quinn winced. She’d never seen shoddier Alps in her life. “It’s every night of the week for ten weeks. That’s not even minimum wage.”

  “Maybe a nice blue,” Petra said. “Is it wool?”

  “Please don’t tell me that’s a no.” Edie tried to look crushed, but it wasn’t in her personality. Fluffy little blondes do not crush.

  “I’m starting a whole new life,” Quinn said. “I’m going to be selfish.” From the corner of her eye, she saw Marjorie lean forward.

  “Aren’t you afraid the moths will get it?” Petra went on, and Marjorie said, “Petra, for heaven’s sake, drop it.”

  “Well, I’m all for the selfish part,” Edie said. “I just wish you’d make an exception for me.”

  “This is equal-opportunity selfish,” Quinn said. “No.”

  “It’s Into the Woods,” Edie said. “Fairy tales. Trees and towers. Think how much fun.”

  “No,” Quinn said, trying not to design trees and towers in her mind.

  “Mothballs,” Petra said. “But then they smell so.”

  “Imagine how bad it could be if you don’t do it,” Edie said. “You’d really be saving the play if you took it.”

  “So you dumped the coach, did you?” Marjorie said, evidently goaded past resistance.

  “Gotta go,” Quinn said and escaped.

  Then Bill dropped by the art room—“just to see how you’re doing”—and stayed. “You must be getting pretty sick of living with your parents,” he’d joked and she’d said, “No,” feeling no temptation to tell him about the house, to tell him about anything that might start a conversation. “I’m really busy, Bill,” she’d said, and he’d still hung around, while the kids watched, fascinated by the soap opera unrolling before their eyes, some of them actively hostile toward her because she was dissing their coach.

  “He’s a good guy,” Corey Mossert told her when Bill had finally given up and gone, and she said, “Corey, do I mess with your personal life? Then stay out of mine.”

  When Jason Barnes saw her last period, he just shook his head, but Thea, who was aiding and therefore not distracted by artwork, was harder to put off. “What did he do?” she asked, and Quinn said, “He wasn’t the right one. And I didn’t want to settle, that wasn’t good for either of us.”

  “What do you mean, you didn’t want to settle?” Thea leaned on the desk, checking out supplies as students trailed up to the desk sporadically. “He’s the coach, for cripe’s sake. He’s like the king of the school.”

  “There’s life after school,” Quinn told her. “And I don’t want to wake up someday wishing I’d gone after what I wanted instead of settling for what I have. Which in this case is what other people want for me, not what I want.” She hesitated a little, knowing Thea had parents behind her pushing her into places she wasn’t sure she wanted to go. No point in unsettling Thea three months before graduation. “Look, he’s just not the right guy.”

  “Right,” Thea said. “How do you know he’s not the right guy?”

  “He took my dog to the pound.”

  Thea’s eyes widened. “He’s not the right guy. So how do you know the right guy?”

  Quinn thought of Nick. “Beats me. I know somebody who makes me want to throw up every time I look at him, but that might be flu.”

  “No, I know that feeling,” Thea said. “So are you going to start dating this new guy?”

  “He doesn’t seem to be interested,” Quinn said. “I may have to make a move anyway, though.” The thought of that was terrifying, but the alternative wasn’t any better. “Otherwise, I’m just going to sit around getting older waiting for him to figure it out.”

  “That’s no good,” Thea said, and when Jason came to the desk a couple minutes later to check out an X-Acto knife, Thea handed it to him and said, “So, you want to go to a movie tonight?”

  Jason jerked his hand back and Quinn thought, Oh, hell. “No,” he said.

  “Okay,” Thea said and walked into the storeroom behind the desk and shut the door.

  “You handled that beautifully,” Quinn said, torn between smacking Jason and feeling sorry for him.

  “Well, she took me by surprise.” Jason scowled at the storeroom door. “What was that all about, anyway?”

  “I think she wanted to go to the movies with you,” Quinn said. “That’s just a wild guess, of course.”

  “What are you on my case for?” Jason said. “What else was I supposed to say?”

  “Nothing,” Quinn said. “Except maybe you could have said no a little slower.”

  “She surprised me.” Jason shook his head. “Women.”

  When he’d gone back to his desk, Quinn went into the narrow storeroom where Thea was stocking paint.

  “You okay?”

  “Yep.” Thea handed her the empty paint carton. “I’ll get started on the ink.”

  “Thea—”

  “It’s all right.” Thea picked up the carton of ink from the floor. “I just thought I’d give it a shot, like you said. It’s not like I have anything to lose.”

  Quinn ached at the determined matter-of-factness in Thea’s voice. “Thea, he was just surprised, that’s all. Maybe when—”

  “McKenzie,” Thea said. “He’s known me since kindergarten. Do not say, ‘Maybe when he gets to know you.’ He knows me.” She ripped open the ink carton with a lot more ferocity than the cardboard needed. Plastic ink bottles bounced on the concrete floor but didn’t break. “Shit.” She stooped down and then stopped, looking up at Quinn. “Look. My mom wants me to be valedictorian, my father wants me to get a lot of scholarships for college, and my social life is pretty much studying and aiding for you. It’s all about grades and school. And I look at Jason and I see a real life, I mean, a guy who does things. Who’s been there, you know?”

  Since Quinn was pretty sure the only places Jason had been were athletic fields and the backseats of cars with cheerleaders, she didn’t know, but then Thea had been even fewer places. “Sort of.” Like Nick, she thought. Different from me.

  Thea went on. “And then you said, ‘Don’t settle,’ and I thought—” She shrugged. “It was stupid.”

  “It wasn’t stupid.” Quinn bent to help her pick the ink bottles up. “Men don’t like surprises. I feel the same way about one of them, and he doesn’t want anything to do with me, either.”

  “Men are stupid,” Thea said, and began to shelve the ink.

  “Pretty much,” Quinn said, and went back outside to her classroom to glare at Jason until he said, “What?” and she had to admit he hadn’t done anything wrong. Poor Thea.

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