Chapter 32
When Michael came over the next day, Jessie was waiting with the ubiquitous hot chocolate to hear how his talk with his friends had gone.
He shuffled his feet under the table a moment before answering. “So, um...apparently they are mad at me about you.”
Of all the things she’d been thinking could cause a tiff between pre-teen boys, it being her had never entered her mind. “Wait, over me? Why?”
“Well, I asked them like you said, and at first they acted like they were going to ignore me again, and then Derek got mad and said it wasn’t like I had time for them anyway, because I was too busy with you.
“Oh, I see.” It occurred to her that before she’d met Michael, he’d probably spent several afternoons with his friends, either talking on the phone or hanging out at their hou
