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know them. And no one parties at Walker anyway. We went to Hepp House for that. I don’t know what you were doing, but I doubt it was very interesting.”
    A cool silence now. It was time for the A3 to reload and fire, and they clearly had nothing.
    “Let’s go,” Lanalee said to me. “I’m getting bored. I need more sugar.”
    It was a beautiful performance—I had to give that to her completely.
    “How irritating were they?” Lanalee asked when we had turned the corner of the building. “I hate people who always have to ask if you know people. Who cares if I knew them?”
    “Well, they still sound cool,” I said. “It sounds like those are people to know. There’s no one to know here. This school is not a magnet for the to-know people.”
    “Trust me, Bobbin’s just full of rich freaks. It’s not that exciting.”
    “Still,” I said, “it’s kind of an accomplishment to get kicked out.”
    “I know,” Lanalee said with a long smile. She had very thin lips, but they went on forever. “That’s why I made it up.”
    “You were lying?”
    “The part about my double Gs was true,” she said. “They thought this place would be better for me. The school didn’t want me because I applied too late, but the GGs are buying the school a new driveway if I can stay.”
    We were standing in the driveway by this point. It did kind of look like a testing ground for land mines. Lanalee looked out beyond the soccer fields and over to the golden brick mansion opposite us. It was like looking out to Oz. The grass was, quite literally, greener there—because they
had
grass in the places that we had asphalt. Some guys were stretched out on this grass. Other guys were lounging on the long marble steps that led up to the front door or were squatting on the veranda and the various urns and bits of statuary, bouncing soccer balls off each other’s heads and snorting.
    “That’s the guys’ school over there, right?” she asked.
    “That’s St. Sebastian’s.”
    “It’s so much nicer than our school.”
    “Trust me,” I said. “I know. I’ve been talking about this for three years. It’s some old mansion that the churchbought. It came with all of this ground, so they built our school over on this side.”
    “But why do the guys get that gorgeous place and we get this thing that looks like a bunker?”
    “Parking lot,” I corrected her. “Our school was designed by a guy who was famous for making multi-story parking lots. He just made rooms where the parking spaces used to be and made staircases instead of ramps. I’m not kidding.”
    I wasn’t either. My dad knew the guy. He taught architecture at Brown, until they realized how awful all of his buildings were.
    “This place is just confused,” she said. “They put guys in the nice building. Why? Guys ruin stuff. And then they separate us with this …”
    She lost her words and waved at the eight-foot cyclone fence that separated our soccer fields.
    “It gives the place that prison-camp feel,” I said. “It’s nice. I heard they were actually going to put razor wire on top, but it was against some kind of law.”
    “I’m not going to be able to handle this,” Lanalee said, her long face drooping.
    “Well,” I said, “if you went to Bobbin, it might be hard to get used to. But it’s survivable.”
    She bit her lip for a moment.
    “Hey,” she said, yanking a rose-stone school ring off her long, pale hand, “before I forget, can you give this to Allison? I haven’t been able to find her.”
    I put it on my thumb. For a moment, I wished thisgirl could have been my little. I wanted to steal her … but then I felt bad. No matter what, Ally had had a much worse day than I had. She deserved Lanalee.
    “Can I ask you something?” she said. “That story on the Junior Judges page about Allison. Something about the prom. What was that about?”
    “Ally just had a bad experience,” I said, twisting the ring down to try to keep it on my