"I got to go, good luck," he said, hanging up on me.I pondered how to tell her the news when a plan suddenly popped into my head. A plan so, so, so wr...ng, I knew it was so, so, so right. I already knew what his costume was to be because Wendy hadn't stopped talking about it for two months; I also knew it was here because she didn't trust him to remember to bring it with him; it also was a costume that would hide the identity of the person wearing it and also distort his voice. It was perfect. I. She could tell by how fast the boy she saw as a friend waspedaling, he was not. She wanted to comfort him, after all in secondgrade she believed he was worth getting the cuties over. This was theperfect chance for showing Luke she was not that bad. Even with being outin the open with Lori and the rest of her court not around, Tracy hadcover to show her true self.Luke never directly answered the question. He did not want to give Tracythe chance to make fun of him being upset. Sometimes he would. Sometimes she comes in and looks at them too.Then one night when she was looking over my shoulder she said, “My pussy is better.”I laughed and asked, “Really…you’re only thirteen…how can your pussy be better?”Bridgett whispered, “Because you can’t touch her pussy.”By the time that her statement had registered she was gone.I had trouble getting to sleep that night, thinking about my sister.In the morning I looked at her across the table as we ate breakfast. With Mom there I couldn’t say. The free me hated most things about where I lived. The tiny kitchen was a good thing. When I took my exercise, the traffic outside was a pain. I couldn’t get used to the cars speeding by.The distances between the studio apartment building, and other places I needed to go was pretty far. I was in good shape, but it was still quite a distance to the nearest grocery store. Especially with a couple of grocery bags to lug home.The idea of getting a car was scary as hell. I know most cons dream of.