Chapter Eight
Three weeks into the semester, and I’ve finally run out of clean clothes. I managed to sneak some underwear into a load of laundry Adam had already started this morning—and sneak it out as soon as the washing machine started singing its ‘I’m finished!’ song—but I didn’t have time to do anything more than that.
Allegra picked me up and we spent the morning dashing around Canal Walk, getting our nails done and each looking for a new dress to wear tonight. In their first week here, Allegra and Co. discovered a nightclub called The Banana Pearl, and they’ve been wanting to take me there ever since I became part of their group. Instead of admitting that nightclubs have never held much fascination for me, and that I’ve never actually been to one—NOTHING on this earth could force
