CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
YOU LOGGED ON
EM I hope you’re sitting down.
EM Oh no, you aren’t here?
EM Dru?
EM *sigh* I have the evening to end all evenings to tell you about, and you’re MIA. OK. I’m going to start narrating it now because if I don’t, I may never do it.
I’m so pooped. No, beyond pooped and into the land of downright comatose. I’m so tired I don’t know what to feel, whether I should be looking for a rock to crawl under, or happy, or mad, or all of them. I suspect it’s all of them, but in order to explain it, I’m going to have to start at the beginning; otherwise it’ll be too confusing.
Ready? OK, let’s dive right in.
Yesterday evening, Holly and I and the three other girls on the committee finished setting up for the party. I set the girls to work on the food, and got Holly
