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always wondered whatever happened to the two of you. I can tell he still likes you, Kennedy.”
    I roll my eyes up in my head. “There’s not much to tell. It didn’t work out, Mom. It’s not the end of the world.”
    She sits on the edge of my bed. “I know, sweetheart. I’m not saying it is. It’s just that... I can tell he really liked you. He still does.”
    â€œI liked him, too, Mom. Just not like that .”
    â€œWell, what was wrong with him?”
    Umm, let’s see.
    Honor student, check.
    Star athlete, check.
    Respectful, check.
    Boy Scout—no, Eagle Scout... excuse me, check. How could I have forgotten? It was one of the things he constantly talked about in between his incessant chatter about the debate team and his volunteer work with the SPCA.
    Umm, what else?
    Tall, check.
    Good looking, check.
    Parents loved him, check-check.
    I shrug, sighing. “He just wasn’t for me.”
    â€œHe comes from such a nice family. And he seems like a really good kid.”
    I shrug dismissively, getting up from the bed. “I’m sure he is. Good, that is. But even good kids have problems, Mom.”
    She gives me a quizzical look. I can tell she wants me to elaborate, to gossip. Truth is, there’s no chinwag to tell when it pertains to Craig.
    Yawn. Booooooring!
    â€œI’m sure he’s given his parents about as much trouble as you’ve given your father and me. All I’m saying is, maybe you should give him a call and invite him over.”
    I stop flitting about my room, turn to face her. “ Call him? And invite him over? Are you serious? Why would I want to do that?”
    I plop back on my bed, scooting back then sitting Indian-style. Aside from his dad and my dad being fraternity brothers and my mother and his mother being sorority sisters, Craig and I have nothing in common. We don’t even have the same taste in music. He likes classical, pop, jazz, and rock. Whereas I love hip-hop and (believe it or not) some country music.
    I decide to tell her, “I just wasn’t that into him.”
    She pushes. “Why?”
    â€œMom . . .” I say wearily.
    â€œWhat? I’m simply asking a question. I really want to know why the two of you didn’t work out.”
    Well, for starters, because you and dad liked him.
    I sigh. “Mom, I see what you’re trying to do, but it isn’t going to work.”
    â€œWhat am I trying to do?” she asks, feigning confusion.
    â€œAll I’m suggesting is that you give Craig a call. That’s all.”
    I guffaw. “Uh-huh. You’re trying to play matchmaker again.”
    She reaches over and grabs one of my pillows and playfully hits me with it. “I’m trying to do no such thing.”
    I give her a “yeah right” look.
    She smiles. “Well, sweetheart, you can’t knock me for trying. You’ve done everything your father and I have asked of you during the school year, so there’s nothing wrong with me wanting to see you have some fun over the summer with someone from a good family background.”
    Oh no! I don’t think so. I am not about to spend my summer looking into the silly face of some boring boy. I don’t care how cute he is.
    â€œI’m glad you want me to have fun,” I say excitedly. “That’s exactly what I want. Lots and lots of summer excitement.”
    â€œOoh, do tell,” she says, smiling. “What kind of girlish mischief are you girls planning to get into this time?”
    We have nothing planned. I, on the other hand, plan to explore the world on the other side of town.
    But how?
    Hope and Jordan are out.
    â€œWell, um,” I say, cautiously. “I was kind of hoping I could stay a week with the twins.”
    Mom blinks. “Your uncle Kent’s twins ? ”
    â€œYeah, Mom. Who else’s?”
    She looks surprised. “Now, why in the world would you want to stay