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you made the other night about Jesse. And letting me off the hook for the Winter Formal. And now this. You’re up to something.”
    “Am I?” Paul glanced up at me as he made his way down the spiral staircase to the kitchen. “You really think so?”
    “Yes,” I said. “I just haven’t figured out what yet.”
    “Do you have any idea what you sound like right now?” Paul asked as he pulled open the Sub-Zero refrigerator and peered inside.
    “No,” I said. “What?”
    “A jealous girlfriend.”
    I nearly choked. “And how are things on Planet You Wish?”
    He found a can of Coke and cracked it open.
    “Nice one,” he said in reference to my remark. “No, really. I like that. I might even use it myself someday.”
    “Paul.” I stared at him, my throat dry, my heart banging in my chest. “What are you up to? Seriously.”
    “Seriously?” He took a long swig of soda. I couldn’t help noticing how tanned his throat was as I watched him swallow. “I’m hedging my bets.”
    “What does that mean?”
    “It means,” he said, closing the refrigerator door and leaning his back against it, “that I’m starting to like it around here. Strange, but true. I never thought of myself as the captain-of-the-tennis-team type. God knows, at my last school”—he took another long pull at the soda—“Well, I won’t get into that. The truth is, I’m starting to get into this high school stuff. I want to go to the Winter Formal. Thing is, I figure you won’t want to be around me for a while, after I… well, do what I plan on doing.”
    He’d closed the refrigerator door, so that couldn’t have been what caused the sudden chill I felt all along my spine. He must have seen me shiver, since he went, with a grin, “Don’t worry, Susie. You’ll forgive me eventually. You’ll realize, in time, that it’s all for the be—”
    He didn’t get to finish. That’s because I’d strode forward and knocked the Coke can right out of his hand. It landed with a clatter in the stainless-steel sink. Paul looked down at his empty fingers in some surprise, like he couldn’t figure out where his drink had gone.
    “I don’t know what you’re planning, but let me make one thing clear: If anything happens to him,” I hissed, not much louder than the soda fizzing from the can in the sink, but with a lot more force, “anything at all, I will make you regret the day you were born. Understand?”
    The look of surprise on his face twisted into one of grim annoyance.
    “That wasn’t part of our deal. All I said was that I wouldn’t—”
    “ Anything ,” I said. “And don’t call me Susie.”
    My heart was banging so loudly inside my chest that I didn’t see how he couldn’t hear it—how he couldn’t see that I was more frightened than I was angry….
    Or maybe he did, since his lips relaxed into a smile—the same smile that had made half the girls in school fall madly in love with him.
    “Don’t worry, Suze,” he said. “Let’s just say that my plans for Jesse? They’re a lot more humane than what you’ve got planned for me.”
    “I—”
    Paul just shook his head. “Don’t insult me by pretending like you don’t know what I mean.”
    I didn’t have to pretend. I had no idea what he was talking about. I didn’t get a chance to tell him that, though, because at that moment a side door opened, and we heard someone call, “Hello?”
    It was Dr. Slaski, along with his attendant, back from one of their endless rounds of doctor’s appointments. The attendant was the one who’d let out the greeting. Dr. Slaski—or Slater, as Paul referred to him—never said hello. At least, not when anybody but me was around.
    “Hey,” Paul said, going out into the living room and looking down at his wheelchair-bound grandfather. “How’d it go?”
    “Just fine,” the attendant said with a smile. “Didn’t it, Mr. Slater?”
    Paul’s grandfather said nothing. His head was slumped down onto his chest, as if he