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At least David was speaking to me again.
I took a chance and sat with him at lunch. He actually looked up from his book.
I took another chance and addressed him about his food. “Um, David, mind if I tell you something?”
He gave me that suspicious look. Can’t blame him.
“I want to be your friend,” I said. “And friends help each other out.”
He just stared and waited.
“So, here’s the thing,” I said. “I happen to know that girls find you cute.” Okay, one girl—my sister—but close enough.
That softened him a little, but he was still wary.
“But you’re not really putting yourself in the best spot, because I have to tell you, you really smell like garlic.”
He stared at me with absolutely no expression on his face. “Anything else, Fairy Godmother?”
“Your clothes are a little—”
“Cara,
