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summer, hoping that it might be easier for us here because we’d have no choice but to get out of our comfort zones. Sure, I could have stayed home in Minneapolis, teaching middle school volleyball and basketball camps during the day and working at the neighborhood Dairy Queen every night I could get a shift. But that was the same old routine.
    Plus, we got an entire house to ourselves. Having two younger stepbrothers and one two-year-old half sister, I was used to a more crowded house, and I loved it, in some ways. But I was looking forward to the downtime.
    “Okay, back to the tour. And then we’ll get your keycard ready and take your photo for the employee list,” said Sarah.
    “And your fingerprints. She’ll need those,” Henry said. “Your DNA, your passport . . . they take it all at the BBC.” He said BBC with an English accent, like he was suddenly covering the royal wedding.
    “Come on, let’s go outside,” said Sarah. “Maybe the fresh air will make Henry stop being so insane.”
    “Hopeless. I’ve been trying that for years,” Henry said. “Don’t you want to show her the secret entrance to the underground bowling alley?”
    I stared at him. “Seriously?”
    “Ignore him,” Sarah said, as Henry disappeared down the hallway with a wave over his shoulder. “Actually, before we head outside, let’s pop by the supply room. We still need to get you a couple of uniforms.”
    The supply “room” was more like a gigantic closet. Shirts and shorts folded neatly on shelves, below shelves of ball caps, above shelves of sweatshirts and sweatpants. Everything was folded just so. Nothing was out of place.
    It kind of reminded me of my dad’s closet. He’s the most organized person I’ve ever met. Of course, he kind of has to be, with the amount of space he has and the number of people in our house.
    Sarah quickly grabbed a few shirts from each stack and handed them to me. “Take a couple different sizes and try them on later. You never know with this stuff. You can bring back whatever doesn’t work.”
    “Okay,” I said slowly, wondering how I was going to carry all of this on my bike as my arms filled with folded shirts, a wind jacket, and a baseball cap. “I know it’s a lot, but trust me,” she said. “You’ll need multiples. Do you want to wash this stuff every night?”
    I shook my head rapidly. Definitely not. “I don’t even know if our place has a washer and dryer,” I said. “I didn’t even look yet! Wow, I really hope so.”
    “Why? Where are you staying?” Sarah asked.
    “I’m living with a friend from home,” I said. “We have this kind of rustic cabin—”
    “A guy? Are you living with your boyfriend?” she asked excitedly.
    “Hardly!” I laughed. “No, it’s one of my best friends, Lucy.”
    “You guys have your own place? Like, totally to yourselves?” Sarah asked.
    I nodded. “But it’s not in great shape. I mean, it’s got some chipped paint, missing shingles, and barely a stick of furniture. You should see the place.”
    “Who cares what condition it’s in?” Sarah said. “You can fix it up, right? I’m so jealous that you’re living on your own. You could be living under a tent and I’d be jealous. I’ll have to come by and check it out sometime.”
    “Oh, definitely,” I said. “But don’t expect much.”
    Sarah laughed. “So you guys planning some parties, or what? I know that’s what I would do if I had my own house this summer. I’d invite half the town.”
    “Maybe you could help us plan it, then?” I smiled, picturing the event Sarah might have in mind versus our ramshackle cabin, which would probably only hold about twenty or twenty-five people comfortably—and that was with everyone standing. Then again, it was summer; no need to stay indoors. And Lucy and I were committed to breaking out of our shells this summer. Not that many people knew us here; we could be whoever and whatever we wanted to be. That was the whole point of