I would never actually go out with them.” You know? And I give it to them, but, like, I just do it to be nice. “Oh, gosh, guys are always wanting my number. “But was there someone you told?” Delia asked. “But-” Delia began, at the same time that Driscoll said, “Well, great! Let’s get moving!” “No, but there’s this big homecoming dance? And Michael Garter’s this guy I know? He’s the second-strongest guy in his school.” “We were thinking it might be someone you’d told.” “In a couple of weeks, there’s this dance?” she told Delia.ĭelia said, “But you didn’t actually tell him your number.” Well, sure!” She seemed to be warming to the idea. “Did you give Michael Garter your number?” “What if it was someone I was dying to hear from?” “You said that?” Courtney asked Driscoll. A boy phoned, asking for Courtney, and Driscoll said you didn’t want to talk to him.” She said, “Driscoll’s telling the truth I swear it. She felt herself assuming the flat-faced, wide-eyed expression of a liar. The word “fiancée” brought to her mind someone in a pillbox hat, nothing at all like Susie. “I’m his fiancée’s mother,” Delia explained. So I need to ask if you know who might have called you.” “Some guy called, a wrong number,” Driscoll told her, “and now my fiancée is mad because I was, um, maybe a little bit rude. “My name is Driscoll Avery,” Driscoll said, “and a couple of nights ago I believe I answered a phone call that was meant for you.”Ĭourtney tilted her head.
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