Chapter 32
Okay, enough of this crazy talk.
“You’re kidding. You have no idea what it’s like to be me.”
“ Portia, you’re so smart. And you’re good at everything.”
“That’s ridiculous,” I say. Now I’m getting pissed. Denise may mean well, but she has no idea what she’s talking about. “Why on earth would you want to be like me? I’m a colorless freak. I have no friends.”
“What about that girl you were with the other day?”
“What?”
“The black girl. She was at the mall with you. Obviously, you guys are real tight.”
“Oh, Judy.” I think about our brief encounter at the mall. “What makes you think we’re so tight?”
Denise pauses and stares out the window at the garden. “When I saw you at the locker, you wouldn’t walk away from her, just because I wanted to talk to you. Real friends are there
