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as your best friend?”
    â€œShe’s not my best friend,” Hazel shot back, the vehemence in her voice surprising even her. “I inherited those guys.”
    Sylvia nodded. “From Joy. What the hell was she doing with them?”
    â€œI don’t know,” Hazel admitted. “I wondered that myself.”
    â€œWell, you need to move on, girlfriend,” Sylvia drawled. “They are going nowhere fast.”
    â€œI know that.”
    â€œAnd…so? What’s stopping you? Are they blackmailing you or something?”
    â€œYeah. They’re blackmailing me. Holding my pet goldfish hostage. Isn’t that how everyone keeps their friends nowadays?” Hazel bantered.
    Sylvia laughed. “You’re spunky.”
    â€œAnd witty,” Hazel added.
    â€œI like that.” Sylvia laughed harder. “I knew you were the right person to drench with Diet Coke.”
    â€œActually, I planned the whole thing,” Hazel continued, sensing she was on a roll. “It’s the next step in my plan to achieve world domination.”
    â€œThe world is a very big place. You’ll need help.” Sylvia winked. “Come with me—you can see how this half lives.”
    Sylvia walked her out of the kitchen, waving her hand and saying a brisk “Excuse me” to anyone who stood in their way. They headed into a hallway behind the living room, where she pointed to the nearest door.
    â€œThat’s Mr. Pollins’s study. Anything illegal goes in there.” Illegal? Like drugs? Hazel covered her shock with a quick nod.
    Sylvia chuckled. “You’ll see. People wander in and out of the room all night.”
    Hazel shook her head. “How do you guys get away with all this?”
    â€œWe’re very careful about cleaning up after ourselves, and the people who party with us know they won’t get invited back if they’re careless.”
    â€œRight.” Hazel glanced down and realized she had carried her cup of Amaretto out of the kitchen. “Oh. Sorry!” she blurted.
    Sylvia smiled kindly. “That’s okay. You’re new.” She took the cup from Hazel’s hand and sipped. “Our philosophy is basically maintain and don’t leave a mess. Use your manners and don’t cause problems and you can do pretty much anything you want here.” Sylvia stopped in front of another doorway on the hall. “This is the guest bedroom.” She turned the knob and strode into the darkened room. “You can probably guess what goes on in here.”
    â€œHey! Occupied!” came a girl’s voice. Hazel heard the sound of another girl stifling a laugh. She did a double take and then squinted at the two figures entangled on the bed.
    â€œCarolyn?” she blurted.
    â€œOut!” Carolyn snapped. “Haven’t you two ever heard of knocking?”
    â€œCome on,” Sylvia said. She pulled Hazel out of the room, laughing as she slammed the door behind them.
    â€œWait a minute,” Hazel said, confused. “If that was Carolyn, is she…I mean, was that—”
    â€œWas Carolyn fooling around with another girl?” Sylvia finished. “Yes. Carolyn is gay. Do you have a problem with that?”
    â€œNo, not at all. I just didn’t—”
    â€œGood. It’s not information we spread around, because it’s none of anybody’s business. You know what they say: what happens here stays here.”
    â€œCool,” Hazel said, taking a minute to absorb the information. “So, what about Charlie? The kid you’re sitting?”
    Sylvia shrugged. “He’s this little science geek. He has weird electronics stuff all over his room. He stays in there and works on his projects,” she said. “He would never tell his father about us. We’ve been his sitters forever. Before his mother got sick, even.”
    â€œWow.”
    â€œYeah. So he just doesn’t