INTERLUDE
DAY 7
“I think Andrew likes you.”
Claire looked up to find Monica sitting at her desk. A light drizzle splashed against the bedroom window with a soft, pattering sound. It was only six-thirty, but the sky outside was already dark. Claire sighed. She hated fall.
A short girl with dark, olive skin and brown hair that she wore in a braid, Monica made a face as she looked over Claire’s notes from science class. They were learning that kingdom, phylum stuff, and most of the kids had trouble remembering the order. Claire was pretty sure she messed it up on the assignment she had turned in last week. She liked science, but couldn’t they do more astronomy? That was fun.
“I’m serious,” Monica said. “I think he likes you.”
Stretched out on the bed with her elbows on the mattress, her
