iPod listeners was muttering to herself; and Jenny realized she wasn?t listening to the latest
downloads but rather memorizing Spanish conjugations。 A petite Asian girl with thick pigtails who
Jenny had thought was reading a fashion magazine was actually pletely engrossed inScience
Digest 。
Uh…oh。
I probably wouldn?t get in anyway; Jenny scribbled back。 She tossed the note to the girl; then
stood up。 Applications for boarding school were supposed to have been done in the fall; so she
was pushing it timewise wherever she decided to go; never mind who would have her。 But surely
there were other schools that weren?t quite as strict as Hanover clearly was now。
She went outside and wound her way back to the school gates; wishing that she hadn?t sent her
father away in such a hurry。 Heading down the path toward town she came upon a blond boy in a
red Ralph Lauren baseball cap; a white V…neck T…shirt; and floppy aqua…colored J。Crew linen pants;
smoking a Marlboro as he shuffled slowly back toward campus。 He was pletely adorable。
Jenny smiled shyly at him as he approached; mustering up the courage to ask him if Hanover was
really as bad as that short…haired girl back in Riley had made it out to be。
?You?re not going to tell on me; are you?? the boy demanded; glaring at her with more hostility
than anyone deserves。
?N…no;? Jenny stammered。 Was everyone at Hanover totally paranoid?
?Right;? he sneered back; still glaring as he shuffled away。
When she arrived at the coffee shop; her dad was behind the counter whipping up a soy milk chai
latte; even though he and Dan had spent an hour one day lecturing Jenny on how chai was just
some made…up Starbucks bullshit and how the only real hot drink on the planet was Folgers instant
coffee。 ?The air is so fine; I was thinking I might move up here。 They even offered me a job here
in the caf?;? he crowed; beaming at her。 ?Dan?s off to Evergreen in the fall anyway。 We?ll sublet
our place?make a fortune!?
?Sorry; Dad; but I don?t think so;? Jenny sighed。 ?I mean; I don?t think I want to go here。?
Rufus carried the paper cup of frothy hot liquid around the counter and handed it to Jenny。 ?You
mean you want to stay home with me?? he asked; his bushy salt…and…pepper eye…brows arched
hopefully。
Jenny smelled the drink; made a face; and then handed it back。 ?No。 I just have to keep looking。
Croton?s on the way home anyway。?
Rufus winked at the big…hipped; hemp…dress…wearing; frizzy…haired woman ing out of the
kitchen with a tray of buckwheat scones in her hands。 He sighed。 ?You sure??
From what Jenny could remember; the prep school guidebook she?d read from cover to cover in
the corner by the window upstairs at the Broadway Barnes & Noble had listed Croton Academy in
Croton Falls second on the list of party schools; right after Hanover。 Croton was supposed to be