“The bigger they are, the harder they fall!” she crows. In the background I hear a voice asking her what’s going on. She covers the phone with her hand, but not tightly enough, so I hear her muffled response.
“Brody has entranced Grace with his enchanted p***s and now she’s in love!”
“I can hear you, i***t! And who are you talking to?”
She comes back on the line. “Chloe and Abby are over. What’re you up to today?” She giggles. “Besides being d**k dazzled.”
I run my hand through my hair, watching it sift through my fingers, fascinated for some strange reason by the fiery color of it, the way it drifts down to my shoulder like feathers on a breath of air. “Nothing. I . . . I’m off this week. I need to go house hunting, and shopping, and . . .”
When I trail off, distracted by the weird g
