“It’s not?” There is the beginning of a slur in my voice. “Why do I think it is? Who is Elinor?”
The poor girl might hyperventilate, and it takes her forever to answer. “Remember that weird family I lived with in Watertown? Elinor was the name of their Jack Russell terrier.”
“Oh.” I grab her cup and take a drink. “Who names a dog Elinor?”
“A proctologist and a psychic who live in Watertown and wanted a fake daughter for five months.”
“Do you even have a middle name?”
She takes back her cup and shrugs. “Not that I know of. I don’t even know how I have a last name.That’sweirder than a dog named Elinor. Remember, I got dropped at one of those safe-harbor haven thingies where you dump off babies without any questions, so I doubt there was a sticky note on my head with a full name. Hey! So, who named me? Who named us? You were left at a hospital, too!”
She’s right. This has never occurred to me before. “Yeah! Who named us? We should have been able to pick our names!”
“But you took Simon’s last name, so now you are Allison Dennis, and it suits you.” Her eyes light up. “Hey, I have an idea. Let’s play care-package Jenga!”
“Stop it.” I giggle.
“Come on. It’ll be fun. I take out a package near the bottom and hope the tower doesn’t tip.”
“We are not playing care-package Jenga!”
“Then you take one, then me... honestly, why haven’t you opened any of ’em? Simon probably got you good stuff. Ramen and cookies and lice treatment.”
“I don’t have lice!” I shriek.
She nods very seriously. “Not yet. But college campuses are notorious breeding grounds for lice.”
Maybe she’s right. Maybe Simon has sent me true necessities that I didn’t even realize I need. God, Steffi doesn’t have anyone sending her care packages, and she really deserves it. And maybe there are cookies in there...I should consider opening them. Or maybe just one.
I’m a little wobbly when I stand and start pouring a gin and tonic. Halfway through making it, I spin around and slosh gin on the carpet. “Heeeeeeey! Wait a minute. You are trying to distract me from the crucial subject at hand.”
“Which is crucially what?”
“The reason you are here.” After I manage to make my drink, I sit back down next to her. “Let’s have it.”
She gives me a blank look and says nothing.
I lightly shove her shoulder. “Do you have fabulous news or something? Oh, did you apply for that magazine internship you mentioned last summer? Did you get it? Oh, oh! Or there’s a boy. It’s a boy, isn’t it? Tell me, tell me!”
Steffi grins and claps her hands together. “Well, yes. There is a boy.”
I’m about to burst. Despite numerous and entertaining flings, Steff hasn’t had a true boyfriend in ages. “Tell me everything!”
She is still grinning and stares at me for way too long, and it’s only when I throw my arms up in frustration that she answers me. “The boy’s name is Esben Baylor, and you sucked face with him, became an Internet sensation, and you won’t talk about it. Something major happened! Something wonderful! This was totally unlike you and totally awesome. Cheers!”
I cross my arms with irritation and sneer. “No, no cheersing! We are not cheersing!”
“That’s not a word.”
“Whatever. I thought you had good news about yourself or something. I thought we were celebrating. This is totally disappointing. You’re actually here to make me talk about that Esben boy and the stupid thing I did?”
“Yes.” Steffi takes out her phone, taps the screen a few times, and faces it my way. “Look. Just look.” It’s a freeze-frame of Esben and me.
“It’s nothing.” But my denial sounds weak, and I take the phone in my hand and study the image.
“It isnotnothing.”
I snap out of it. “He made my life hell this week! Do you know how many people were bothering me about this on campus? Wanting gory details and being all probing and whatnot? Ugh. It was awful. I finally got it to stop.”
