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    “Good one.” Trista smiled. “I’d be a toga party.”
    They smiled at each other for a long moment. There was something about Trista’s heart-shaped face and wide, blue eyes that made Emily feel really…safe. Trista leaned forward, and so did Emily. It was almost like they were going to kiss, but then Trista bent down very slowly and fixed the strap on her shoe.
    “So why’d they send you here, anyway?” Trista asked when she sat back up.
    Emily took a huge swallow of beer. “Because they caught me kissing a girl,” she blurted out.
    When Trista leaned back, her eyes wide, Emily thought she’d made a horrible mistake. Perhaps Trista was just being Midwestern friendly, and Emily had misinterpreted. But then, Trista broke into a coy smile. She moved her lips close to Emily’s ear. “You totally wouldn’t be a Tootsie Roll. If it were up to me, you’d be a red-hot candy heart.”
    Emily’s heart did three somersaults. Trista stood up and offered Emily her hand. Emily took it, and without a word, Trista led her to the dance floor and started dancing sexily to the music. The song changed to a fast one, and Trista squealed and started to jump around as if she were on a trampoline. Her energy was intoxicating. Emily felt like she could be goofy with Trista—not constantly poised and cool, as she always felt she had to behave around Maya.
    Maya. Emily stopped, breathing in the rank, humid silo air. Last night, she and Maya had said they loved each other. Were they still together, now that Emily was possibly permanently stuck here, amid all this corn and cow manure? Did this qualify as cheating? And what did it mean that Emily hadn’t thought of her once tonight, until now?
    Trista’s cell phone beeped. She stepped out of the circle of dancers and pulled it out of her pocket. “My stupid mom’s texting me for like the gazillionth time tonight,” she yelled over the music, shaking her head.
    A shock vibrated through Emily—any minute now, she’d probably be getting a text of her own. A always seemed to know when she was having naughty thoughts. Only, her cell phone…was in the swear jar.
    Emily let out a thrilled bleat of laughter. Her phone was in the swear jar . She was at a party in Iowa, thousands of miles from Rosewood. Unless A was supernatural, there was no way A could know what Emily was doing.
    Suddenly, Iowa wasn’t quite so bad. Not. At. All.

7
    BARBIE DOLL…OR VOODOO DOLL?
    Sunday evening, Spencer swung gently on the hammock on the wraparound porch of her grandmother’s vacation house. As she watched yet another hot, muscular surfer boy catch a wave at Nun’s, the surfing beach just down the road that bordered a convent, a shadow fell over her.
    “Your father and I are going to the yacht club for a while,” her mother said, shoving her hands into her beige linen trousers.
    “Oh.” Spencer struggled to get out of the hammock without getting her feet tangled in the netting. The Stone Harbor yacht club was in an old sea shack that smelled a little like brine in a moldy basement. Spencer suspected her parents liked going there solely because it was a members-only establishment. “Can I come?”
    Her mother caught her arm. “You and Melissa are staying here.”
    A breeze that smelled of surf wax and fish smacked Spencer in the face. She tried to see things from her mother’s perspective—it must have sucked to see her two children fighting so bloodthirstily. But Spencer wished her mom could understand her perspective, too. Melissa was an evil superbitch, and Spencer didn’t want to speak to her for the rest of her life.
    “Fine,” Spencer said dramatically. She pulled open the sliding glass door and stalked into the grand family room. Even though Nana Hastings’s Craftsman-style house had eight bedrooms, seven bathrooms, a private path to the beach, a deluxe playroom, a home theater, a gourmet chef’s kitchen, and Stickley furniture throughout, Spencer’s family had always