Chapter 7“THERE’S A CLUB YOU could join,” Luella told Chandelle, pointing out a bright pink paper on the noticeboard.
“l***q Alliance?” Chandelle scoffed. “I’m not gay.”
Luella wouldn’t push the matter.
A few short months ago, Luella wouldn’t have known that the acronym l***q stood for Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender and Queer or Questioning. Back then, she wouldn’t have imagined herself building a business with a transgender sixteen-year-old.
Now, it felt only natural.
Lasagna Lady and Garlic Bread Girl: Partners in Crime.
Or, rather: Partners in Crime-Solving.
As they left the school, Chandelle said, “I can’t stop thinking about Grace Tangoco’s last words. Don’t tell her dad what? And she never loved who back?”
“I really couldn’t say.”
Luella had assumed those two
