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mother and her last boyfriend are. And I think one of her best friends lost a limb.
SheRox:
   
According to the article you gave me, Polly, her friend only lost mobility in half of her face—
PrincessP:
   
Same thing practically.
SheRox:
   
—as a result of a freak electrolysis accident.
MrT:
   
And her boyfriend committed suicide. It’s not like being with her killed him.
DrumGrrrl:
   
Poor Arabella.
PrincessP:
   
And poor anyone-she-gets-close-to. If she had a celebrity scent it would be called TROUBLE.
DrumGrrrl:
   
Wow.
PrincessP:
   
I knew that would impress you.
DrumGrrrl:
   
Actually I was thinking that “If She Had a Celebrity Scent It’d Be Trouble,” would be an ace title for a song. I bet there could be a long drum solo.
SheRox:
   
I hope you will be able to play it with your one arm.
PrincessP:
   
THAT IS NOT FUNNY! LIMB LOSS IS NO JOKE!
DrumGrrrl:
   
Of course it isn’t, P. Now I would love to stay and chat, but I told Arabella I would meet her at 10 and it’s almost time, so I should dash.
PrincessP:
   
Ha ha.
DrumGrrrl:
   
Don’t wait up. Y
PrincessP:
   
ou’re not going to meet Arabella, Jas.
PrincessP:
   
Jas?
PrincessP:
   
Hello? What happened to REQUIRES DEFROSTING?
PrincessP:
   
I KNOW YOU’RE KIDDING, JASMINE.
     
    But I wasn’t.
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    What I’d realized was that if even a tiny dollop of what Polly said was true, there could be nothing Badder than going to meet Arabella. I was pretty sure that the Someone she thought was threatening her would turn out to be as innocent as the gondolier earlier—whose lips I had totally stopped thinking about (THANK YOU, MAKING-OUT TEENS)—but she still seemed like a good person to stick around if you were looking for Action. Or rather, BADction. Especially BADction that was so bad it got you in the papers.
    I’d just touched up my lip gloss in case any reporters were loitering around, when someone pounded on my door and said, “Open up or I’ll kill you, Jas.”
    Only one kind of creature has such a winning way about itself, so I wasn’t surprised to see the Evil Henches through the peephole. However they’d totally lied because opening thedoor was what almost killed me. With the agony of trying not to burst into laughter when I saw what they were wearing.
    Alyson was sporting brown fur boots, a brown fur micro-skirt, brown fur vest, and brown fur hat with earflaps, and carrying a brown fur muff. Veronique was ensconced in a nearly identical ensemble, except in gray fur.
    “I told your dad I’d check on you,” Alyson sneered.
    “And we wanted to give you this.” Veronique extracted from her muff a piece of construction paper with a gold rock glued to it. “It’s the card the seventh graders made you. The crystal is supposed to help with your healing. It’s really important to be in touch with the vibrations of the universe.”
    “I feel better already,” I told her. “But you didn’t have to skin some Ewoks and get all dressed up just to give me this.”
    “Oh, we didn’t. Sapphyre and I are going to meet Reggie at a club called Centrale. Do you think you could give us directions?”
    My interest was piqued. “Reggie? Is he the two-comma kid?” When Veronique nodded, I said, “I’ll do better than give you directions. I’ll take you myself! I happen to be going there too.” I hadn’t planned on having companions on my journey, but we Bad are always happy to bestow the pleasure of our company upon others, especially others who want nothing to do with us.
    Alyson shook her head. “Um, that was ‘we,’ meaning the two of us”—gesturing at the two people wearing fashionsfrom a galaxy far, far away—“not ‘we’ meaning ‘And friend.’”
    I gave her one of the wide-eyed looks of gratitude and surprise I’d been practicing. “You consider me a friend? I’m so touched!”
    She was too speechless to even make the “in the