youâre not expecting the Mall of America,â Brianna said. âTaft Field is like the worldâs first mall or something. I think Cleopatra used to shop there. Theyâve fixed it up, thoughâyou canât really be a Long Islander until youâve shopped at Taft Field. And besides, youâre going to need some power clothes if you plan to be stage manager.â
âHuh?â Casey finally looked at her. âStage manager? You still want me to do that?â
âDo you want to?â
Casey looked stunned. âWell, the reason I came to school was to apologize. I was mean to you the other day.â
âApology accepted!â Brianna said. âNow, letâs discuss the pros and cons of being a stage manager. First the pros. One: Youâre perfect. Two: Everybody loves you. Three: You can do this jobâitâs mostly just holding the clipboard with the schedule on it, and making sure people stay on track during the rehearsal. Four: If you say no, poor Charles will have a heart attack. Now for the cons. Wait . . . ummmm. Well, I canât think of any cons, can you?â
Casey didnât answer for a long time. âItâs a lot of responsibility,â she finally said. âSo much that can go wrong.â
âItâs a show , Casey. Itâs not football or lacrosse or hockey, where you can get your kishkes knocked out.â
âKishkes? What does that mean?â
âIâm not sure. Itâs something Vijay says. Itâs Yiddish.â
âIsnât he Indian?â
âYes. You see what a bunch of eccentric and interesting people we have?â
Casey sighed. âPeople can get injured onstage. Props can break and cut people. Turntables can trap shoelaces and mangle peopleâs feet. I read about someone whose jaw had to be wired after she ran into another actor in the dark. I would be responsible for the safety of everyone. I donât know if I can trust myself.â
Trust myself? Brianna had to look at her to make sure this wasnât a joke. It wasnât. This was too lame. Maybe Casey was afraid of something. Somehow the football incident with Kyle came to mind. âCan I ask you a personal question? Is this about Kyle?â
â Kyle ? Not at all.â
âIs it the time commitment? Because I totally understand that. There are ways to get your homework done. All of us do really well in school, especially Harrison. Well, me, too. My parents will disown me if I donât go to Yale. Which is fine with me, because afterward I can go to Yale Drama School. Iâll have six APs, and if I can keep my average above a ninety-six and crack a twenty-three hundred, maybe twenty-three fifty on the SATs, plus community service, school radio station, and orchestraââ
âWow,â Casey said. âDo you ever sleep?â
Brianna hated that question. It sounded like her mother speaking. âI sleep enough. Some people donât need much sleep.â
Through her left window, Brianna saw a massive Hummer heading into her lane. She leaned on the horn and swerved to the right.
âWatch it!â Casey yelled.
WHAAAAAA! The driver of the car to the right of them leaned on his horn.
The Hummer lurched back into its lane. A scornful face appeared in the passengerâs-side window, accompanied by a flipped middle finger.
â He does the wrong thing and then abuses me ?â Brianna leaned on her horn again. â Hey, youâre two for twoâyou destroy the environment AND youâre ugly! â
The Hummer braked and started to slow down. Its passengerâs-side window slid open.
â Brianna, donât! â Casey shrieked.
âYeeps, road rage, time to book,â Brianna said. The exit for Taft Field was just ahead. She got into the right lane, signaled, took the ramp off the highway, and slowed to a smooth stop at a red light. âWell. That was exciting.â
Casey was