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package and read the label. “Yay, it’s for me. My mom’s the queen of express mail.”
    Laurel’s box was empty as usual. Her dad’s easy smile flashed into her mind, and she couldn’t help wondering if someone new was filling his time.
    Kate also had a card in her box, which she handed to Laurel as they walked up the stairs. “My dad adores goofy cards,” she explained. The card was funny, but Laurel had to fake a laugh. Kate’s life seemed charmed. Tara’s door was closed, a sure signal she was still elsewhere.
    “You got the tulips to Spinster Spenser, right?” Kate whispered.
    Laurel nodded. “Want to come in for a sec?” She shut the door behind them.
    “Wow,” said Kate. “Your room’s so neat. Mine’s a mess.”
    Laurel shrugged. Her room was one of the few things in her life she had complete control over.
    Kate sat on the bed and opened her package. She pulled out a tie-dyed shirt with a scoop neck and held it against her chest. “My mom has awesome taste, doesn’t she?”
    Laurel could barely speak through the waves of jealousy. Her mom would never buy her another shirt. “Yeah. Great.”
    Kate met Laurel’s eyes, and her mouth opened in recognition. “Oh. I’m sorry. You can borrow it any time, if you wanna.”
    Tara’s distinctive laugh rang out in the hallway.
    “Thanks for covering for me,” said Laurel.
    “I hope she doesn’t find out,” Kate whispered. “It’s pretty rough on her bad side.”
    “I know. I’m there.”
    “All she talks about now is Everett. She’s in luv .” Kate wrinkled her nose and looked around. “Your room smells good. What is it?”
    “Rosemary.” Laurel broke off a piece and handed it to Kate. “Here.”
    “Mmm. It smells soft.”
    “‘Rosemary to remember,’” said Laurel. The next phrases echoed through her mind. With sage I esteem, thyme to be active —but the last line still eluded her.
    “‘Rosemary to remember,’” Kate repeated. “Can it make you remember?”
    “Maybe,” said Laurel. “Here, smell it.”
    Kate bent over the herb and sniffed obediently.
    “Now close your eyes,” Laurel said. “Does it make you see anything or feel anything?”
    “Like what?” said Kate, her eyes still closed.
    “Like something you forgot about. Something you didn’t even know you knew.”
    Kate blinked. “Is it supposed to?”
    Laurel shrugged. “It’s probably just an old saying.”
    “Can I keep it anyway?” asked Kate. “I need all the rememberin’ help I can get.”
    “For what?”
    “Pivotal dates in world history. That gigantic test is comin’ up. Did you forget?”
    Laurel shook her head as she glanced at her homework calendar. She had more important things to remember. “Ugh. I’ve got a Latin quiz tomorrow. Want to study together?”
    Kate shook her head. “I don’t take Latin.”
    “But it’s required.”
    “No, it’s not. I take Spanish.”
    “So do I,” said Laurel, frowning. Latin had simply appeared on her Avondale schedule, and she hadn’t thought to question it.
     
    Movie night was on Avondale’s campus that Friday. Tara had practically superglued herself to Kate, and Ally had a cold, so Laurel walked into the auditorium with Rose and Mina. She scanned the rows of heads for Justin. Kate—wedged between Tara and Nicole—waved as Laurel passed. Tara had stuck a red tulip over one ear.
    Copycat. Laurel’s stomach tightened in fear. Did Kate spill to Tara?
    Some Willowlawn guys were turned around in their seats facing Kate and Tara, and Laurel recognized one of them. The gorgeous one.
    “Hey! You’re that flower girl,” Everett called out. “Laur- elle . Qué pasa?”
    “Hi. Uh, fine.” Her face reddened as she sat down next to Rose.
    To her surprise, Everett hopped over several guys, crossed the aisle, and knelt on the empty seat in front of her. “I’m kinda disappointed, Laur- elle .”
    Thinking she smelled a prank, Laurel looked aroundsuspiciously. She wanted him gone until she noticed