Cassie
By Thursday afternoon, I had learned there were exactly three kinds of people involved in organizing a college fundraiser.
People who actually did things.
People who said they were going to do things.
And people who disappeared until everything was finished, then showed up dressed nicely for pictures.
I was currently hunting one from category two.
“Tell me you got the silent-auction sheets printed,” I said as Sophia walked into the student center.
She stopped.
That was enough.
“Sophia.”
“I thought Jenna was doing them.”
“Jenna thought you were doing them.”
“Well, that’s unfortunate.”
I closed my eyes.
The fundraiser started in two hours.
We had spent weeks putting together an evening to raise money for local children’s programs, and somehow twenty-four printed sheets
