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Show Feppei-mint Monday fortable and Andrea wasn't either. I could tell because she hadn't reached for pop or potato chips yet. In a normal situation, Andrea was always hungry. She hadn't even looked at the food yet. Renae hadn't stayed with the rest of us. She flashed us all her practiced smile and vanished. Maybe she was waiting for more guests. It appeared everybody was here, but then she may have invited some more black sheep like Andrea and me. I didn't belong here. I shouldn't have come. I felt like old Jake at a tea party. There weren't ponies or magic to entice me to stay, so possibly I could sneak out. "Hey Carly. Your cousin sure is a hunk." Sandra Morgan shouted so I could hear her above the television and the giggling. Sandra was Renae's closest shadow. She was real short and dark, and part Italian. I don't think she'd talked to me for at least a year. She wasn't as snobby as Renae, but she was Renae's best friend. None of Renae's friends had been particularly friendly since I'd tried to beat her up. Barton had suddenly changed my social status. All of Renae's friends accepted me now. I bet they all expected me to be thrilled about it too. "So I've heard." I said a little to sharply. Andrea narrowed her eyes at me in silent appeal. Even if she wasn't comfortable, she wasn't ready to leave yet either. I'd have to watch myself. I might even have to pretend to like Barton. "I'll bet it's super having him here, huh?" Sandra either hadn't heard my sarcasm or she was ignoring it. "Super-" I repeated. "What's his dad like?" Sandra was either being nice or fishing for more information on Barton. Maybe Renae had put her up to it. I doubted that |