Then Susannah said, “Don’t leave without some money for ice cream.” I could tell she was happy we were all hanging out, except for Conrad, who seemed to prefer hanging out by himself this summer. Nothing made Susannah happier than thinking up activities for us kids to do. I think that she would have made a really good camp director.
In the car we waited for my mother and the boys to come out, and I whispered, “I thought you liked Conrad.”
Taylor rolled her eyes. “Blah. He’s boring. I think I’ll like Jeremy instead.”
“His name is Jeremiah,” I said sourly.
“I know that.” Then she looked at me, and her eyes widened. “Why, do you like him now?”
“No!”
She let out an impatient breath of air. “Belly, you’ve got to pick one. You can’t have them both.”
“I know that,” I snapped. “And for your
