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way. Although, actually, I knew exactly what it was about Susanna: the way she teased me. It was getting old quick, and Madeline never seemed to notice.
    But at the end of the day, just like always and just like it should be, it was me and Madeline. Just the two of us, ’cause that’s how we rolled.
    She dropped her bag on the floor and plopped onto my bed, upsetting the delicate balance of my stuffed animals. “So what should we do?” she asked.
    I sat in the chair at my desk. “Gimme Mr. Keating.” She tossed me the hard-stuffed penguin.
    â€œWhen are you going to retire that old guy?” she asked.
    â€œNever! How dare you!” I covered his penguin ears so he couldn’t hear her evil words.
    â€œHe’s old! And so are you. It’s a little freaky.”
    I held him tightly and said, “No one needs to know about our love.” I looked at him with the most serious face I could manage and said, “They don’t understand us, Mr. K.”
    I made Mr. Keating dance on my thighs for a moment, then said, “You want to watch a movie? Or go to one? I might be able to swindle some cash from Mom.”
    Madeline was staring at the wall and it took her a moment to focus after I had spoken. In answer, she shrugged her shoulders.
    â€œMeh?” I asked.
    â€œMeh,” she answered.
    â€œTV?”
    She wrinkled her nose.
    â€œPrank calls?” She seemed to consider this. “We have lots of fresh meat with our new student directory.” I was the best at prank calls because I knew that the more serious you were about it, the funnier it was. Madeline always ruined it by laughing, even though that was funny too. “It’ll be good study for your drama class.”
    â€œDoubtful.”
    â€œWell, then, what do you want to do?” If we were at her house we could have played with her brother’s video games, hit the pool, or sat in the hot tub. There was nothing to do at my house.
    Finally she said, “Cookies.”
    â€œCookies?”
    â€œYeah. Let’s bake them. Aren’t you the expert cook now?” She swung her legs off the side of my bed, and thelife came back into her eyes. I guess cookies will do that to a girl.
    â€œYou know, if we start, Mom is just going to butt in and make them, like, super chocolate fudge chunk or something.”
    â€œGod, Brooke, there are worse things than having your mom bake you cookies.” She stood up. “It’s like you’re living inside a family sitcom and you don’t even realize it.”
    I watched, stunned, as she stomped out my bedroom. I waited a moment for her to come back and tell me she was joking, but she didn’t. I got up and went to find her.
    She was in the kitchen with my mom, opening cabinets and pulling out flour, sugar, baking powder, and measuring spoons.
    Mom clapped her hands and looked around the kitchen. “What do you girls think? I know we have chocolate chips and I think there’s some M&M’s in here too. . . .”
    â€œMom,” I said, suddenly embarrassed that she was so . . . present. It made me feel like a baby. “Do you mind? We got it.”
    She turned from the cabinet to look at me, and said, “Fine, fine.” She set down the chocolate chips and left the kitchen. I started helping Madeline get the rest of the ingredients out of the cabinets and refrigerator.
    â€œYou didn’t have to be so mean,” she said.
    I practically dropped the eggs on the table and said, “Mean to who?”
    â€œYour mother,” she said. “She was just trying to help.”
    â€œWe don’t need her,” I said. “Besides, I am the one who is a semiprofessional cook now that I am taking Foods for Living. This will be like extra credit for me.”
    I knew she was upset about her parents; I was just trying to liven things up. She didn’t seem to want it, though. My dad always tells Abbey and me that we could