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"Sure, how?"

Cassie laughed. "You know that chicken shack just outside town?"

"Yeah?"

"Well,that'swhere he dropped her off. She made a big stink about it too."

"How do you know?" I asked.

Cassie grinned. "Because I got it straight from Dorothy the Librarian, whose niece works at the chicken shack. Anyway, I'm really sorry about how I acted. I was awful, wasn't I?"

"Nah, you weren't that bad," I said.

She smiled. "Liar."

As I watched, her smile faded into a look of confusion.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Cassie was facing the front window. I wasn't.

She said, "He's here."

"Who?"

"Joel."