house.
âJessie Kapler?â I said. âAre you sure?â
âYes,â said Mrs. Anthony. âYou remember Jessie Kapler. From the cheerleading squad?â
Yes, I remember Jessie Kapler from the cheerleading squad. Jessie Kapler is the Maine version of Andreaâpicture Andrea with hairspray and press-on nailsâand she has always been wayyyy out of our league, friendship-wise. Jessie Kapler, who used to make fun of Raquelâs accent and Annâs nose, who called them âThe Two âTards,â in front of everyone.
âSure,â I told Mrs. Anthony. âI remember.â
That is when she gave me Julesâs cell phone number. Because now, apparently, Jules has her own cell phone. Not that she bothered to tell me.
âOh my God, you guys,â Jules is saying. âListen to this. Evynâs (hahahaha) stepmother (hahahaha) gave her the naked (hahahaha)â¦Oh my Godâ¦I canât breatheâ¦HAHAHAHA! Heimlich!â
In the background, peals of girl laughter. I have to pull the phone away from my ear, theyâre so loud.
âThanks a lot, Jules,â I say, when things have finally calmed down. âThanks for being such a fantastic friend. Really. I donât know what Iâd do without you.â
âEvyn, come on. You have to admit itâs funny.â
âIs it now?â
âYes!â
âNo. Itâs not. Itâs not funny.â My voice catches in my throat. âThis is my life weâre talking about, and youâre supposed to be my best friend. Efftees, remember? Friends âtil the end?â
Jules is quiet for a minute. I can hear whispering and then giggling in the background.
âYeah, um, Evyn? Weâre getting a little old for that, donât you think? The whole best friend thingâ¦itâs, like, juvenile, you know?â
âJuvenile,â I repeat.
âUm, yeah,â she says.
âI see.â
Itâs total silence after that. Thereâs nothing else to say. Any words that might have considered leaving my mouth a few minutes ago are now clinging to the back of my teeth.
Jules doesnât say anything more.
So I hang up, without even telling her good-bye.
As if thatâs not bad enough, Birdie tries to apologize. He finds me outside and walks right over to where Clam and I are sitting.
âHey, Ev,â he says.
I bury my nose in Clamâs neck and say nothing.
âSorry about earlier,â he says. âAbout the, uh, shower sceneâ¦We should have, uhâ¦remembered to lock the door. But we werenât expecting anyone to, uhâ¦walk in. And, uh, Ithink youâre old enough and mature enough to understand that when two married people, uhâ¦â
I lift my head and stare at him.
âThat when two married people love each otherââ
Ugh.
âItâs only natural thatââ
âBirdie.â
âMaking love is a way of expressingââ
âBirdie!â
âWhat?â
âStop trying to explain it to me! God!â
He takes a breath and lets it out in one long, slow stream. âYou donât want to talk about what happened?â
âNo. Way.â
âOkay,â he says, and itâs obvious how relieved he is. âI can respect that. I can respect your feelings about that.â
I stare at him. Since when? I think. Since when do you respect my feelings about anything?
But I canât get myself to say it out loud.
Stella? Itâs me, Evyn.
Donât even bother because I know what youâre about to say. âBounce.â Donât let what Jules says bother me. Donât let what Birdie says bother me. Donât let what Andrea says or Eleni says or anyone else says bother me. Donât let anything bother me. Just âbounce.â Well, guess what? Bouncing is a crock. It doesnâtwork. And neither does talking to you about anything. So, Iâm done. These little chats of
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