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black. Black jeans with a black shirt and a black belt, and not surprisingly, her hair was black as well. So deeply black, in fact, it reminded me a little of that young school librarian I had met today. The one who might or might not have existed.
    â€œIs Cassie a vampire?” I whispered to Sam, who totally didn’t get the joke.
    â€œHuh?” She gave me a sideways glance.
    I shrugged and pretended I hadn’t said anything at all. Instead, I pointed at the house next door. Sam lived on a quiet tree-lined street with historic houses. Sam’s house was old but had a hip antique vibe. The house next door, on the other hand, looked like the model for a haunted house, with ivy and vines covering the front. It had been empty for years and would need a lot of work to get it up to the neighborhood standards. Movement caught my eye.
    That new kid at school, Duke, was peeking out between the thick red living room curtains. Sam spotted him too. When he saw us looking at him looking at us, he quickly closed them.
    â€œI think you scared him away,” I said to Sam.
    â€œNot me,” she countered. “I’m not scary. You are.…”
    â€œNu-uh,” I teased.
    We went back and forth like that a few times like preschoolers, until we both started laughing.
    Finally, we turned our backs on Duke’s creepy house. It was time to greet the cousins.
    â€œHey,” Cassie said as the taxi pulled away. She had her eyes pinned on Sam, without giving me as much as a glance.
    Sam leapt into Cassie’s arms. “I am so happy you’re here!” Sam cheered. “Where are Aunt Alice and Uncle Bernie?”
    â€œAt the hotel. They’re meeting your parents there later for the reunion,” Cassie said.
    It seemed strange to me that Cassie and Riley had come alone in a cab. My mom would never have let me go anywhere in a taxi by myself. Then again, maybe things would be different when I was sixteen. I really hoped so.
    Moving from Cassie to Riley, Sam gave her little cousin a bear hug and then a high five. “Wait until you hear what I have planned!” Sam told her. “We are going to have so much fun.” She tugged me forward. “Meet Emma,” she told the cousins. “She’s my best friend.”
    Cassie looked at me as if seeing me there for the first time. “I thought it was just us,” she said to Sam. “You know, the cousins.” She lowered her voice and said, “We haven’t seen each other in a few months. I thought we were going to catch up.”
    â€œWe are going to catch up!” Sam didn’t seem to feel the negative vibes I was getting. “Emma’s cool,” she said, but I immediately knew that I was not welcome, by Cassie at least.
    Riley was the opposite. She popped forward, and instead of a handshake, she hugged me around the waist. Her hair smelled like roses. She not only dressed better than I did, she smelled better too. “Hi,” Riley said, looking up at me with a big grin. “Can we be best friends too?”
    â€œSure,” I said. “I can have two best friends.” I glanced over at Cassie, wondering if there was any chance that we could be friends as well. I hoped she’d realize I hadn’t meant to crash whatever she had planned.
    Riley let me go, and I approached Cassie, wondering if I should hug her or shake hands, but she kept her arms crossed. So I crossed mine too.
    â€œEmma, right?”
    I nodded. “Hi.”
    â€œWe’re going to carry this trunk inside.” It wasn’t a request. It was a demand.
    I looked over at Sam, but she seemed oblivious to Cassie’s attitude. This wasn’t the cousin Sam had described. The writer inside me wondered what her story was. Had she changed from the way Sam remembered?
    â€œRiley and I will take the other bags,” Sam announced. “We’re going to sleep in the living room so we can all be together. I have