wrap my mind around was how easy it was for Adam to charm everybody I knew ⦠including me.
CHAPTER 11
RULES ARE MADE ⦠TO BE BROKEN
I had such a nice time with Bennett at coffee that I completely lost track of time. It was dark when I finally got home, and I fumbled with the lock to let myself into the house. Noodles jumped on me the minute I was inside, his dark brown eyes glowing with excitement and love. I sat down on the floor and he kissed my face, wriggling his whole puffball body with happiness. But judging by the awful silence that filled the house, he was the only one glad to see me.
âHello?â I called. âAnybody home?â
Maybe Iâd gotten luckyâmaybe Feb and Patch had forgotten about being responsible and taken off for a party at Butter or something. But then a stern voice called, âWeâre in here, Flan.â My good mood deflated instantly, and a searing feeling of annoyance replaced it.
I went into the kitchen, where they were sitting much as they had been the other night, Patch with thenewspaper in front of him, Feb dressed in another vintage housewife outfitâgingham dress, white ruffly apronâwith a pair of knitting needles and a ball of yarn in her lap. This time, though, there werenât any trays of cookies on the table, and Feb and Patch were both looking at me with deadly serious expressions.
âWhat?â I said, setting down my bag and purse. âStop with the silent treatment already.â I walked over to the fridge to get myself a bottle of juice.
âHey, Flanny, take a seat. Febâs pretty worked up,â said Patch.
I snorted as I popped open a Nantucket Nectar. âOkay, but you guys better make it fast, because Iâve got a lot of homework.â
âEnough with the attitude, Flan,â February snapped. âNow listen. The last time Mom and Dad were home, Patch and I saw how happy you were, and we started talking about how maybe a little bit of discipline was just what you needed. Neither of us had that when we were teenagers, and look how we ended up.â
I looked from Feb, in her heels and apron, to Patch, who was wearing his usual T-shirt and jeans.
âYeah, you guys are completely out of control,â I said dryly. âAnd Patch is still a teenager, in case you forgot.â
âListen, Flan, I know this might not make sense toyou now. But at my internship, Iâm starting to see the way the real world works, and believe me, itâs nothing like the way we grew up. No all-night parties in the middle of the week, no VIP passes, no celebrities. Well, okay, this firm does handle a lot of entertainment cases, but you know what I mean.â She wagged her knitting needle at me menacingly. âI hoped it wouldnât come to this, but itâs already eight oâclockâyou didnât call to tell me where you were, even though I told you yesterday I want you to come straight home after school. So your brother and IââPatch shifted uncomfortably in his chairââdecided it might help us provide you with structure if we set some ground rules.â
I laughed so hard, strawberry-guava juice almost came shooting out my nose. âYouâre going to give me
rules
? Iâm the good one, remember?â
Feb picked up a piece of paper from the table. A recipe for mojitos was scribbled on the back.
âRule number one,â she read. âCome home directly after school. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars.â
âWhat?â I exploded. âThatâs totally ridiculous. When am I supposed to hang out with my friends? And hello? Are you familiar with the word
hypocrisy
?â
âFriends are more than welcome here. If theyâre not the sort of people youâre willing to bring into thishouse, well ⦠then maybe theyâre not friends worth having.â Feb looked down at her piece of paper again. âRule number two. You now
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