Wanted
“HELP!” I CALLher after Sanctuary, and she squeals.“I knew that you and Josh had a thing. I mean, hello, all he’s done since he got here is follow you around. He’s adorable.”After we’ve decided that Josh looks best in green because it makes the flecks of green-gold in his eyes stand out, and his sandy-brown curls curlier, and the little scar above his left eyebrow sexier (how a color can do that is beyond me, but when we’re talking, Marilyn has me convinced as well), Marilyn calls in reinforcements and we plan a Friday emergency Hawaiian shopping trip. “What are you going to look for?” she asks.“I don’t know.” How many options are there for Hawaiian?“You’re so perfect for a Hawaiian dance theme. God, I wish I had your skin.”Where’s that coming from? I wonder who people see when they look at me.Thursday’s games had two more upsets. I had to deal with a couple of near-tears phone calls late into the night. Josh and I are ripping it up.We. Can’t. Lose.Four more games tonight, breakfast to...morrow, and we slide into the Elite Eight.When we come out ahead this weekend—with the bets we’re going to place—we’ll end up banking almost twelve thousand dollars.Twelve thousand dollars.Most kids don’t make that in four years of part-time work.That’s enough for Luis’s family and Mr.MoreLess
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