“That was Hilda,” Mary said, as Angela came and sat next to her. “She was saying that there’s stuff Jarrod isn’t telling me, about my mother and about what happened back in high school.”
“She can’t stand to see you happy. Of course she’d say stuff like that,” Angela said, but it looked as if her mind was elsewhere.
“And what’s bothering you?” Mary asked her.
“My mother called. I mentioned Craig to her, and she was all, like, ‘I knew some day you’d listen to us and stop dating total losers’.” Angela made a face. “Am I turning into my mother?”
“That’s not even possible,” Mary said with exasperation. “You guys aren’t of the same species. She’s some kind of futuristic etiquette-bot, and you’re… Well, I don’t know what you are, but whatever it is, I’m pretty sure you were swapped by gypsies at birth.”
“Yeah, sure.”
“I think she’s right,” Regina said, looking surprised at the notion that Mary could be right about something. “I think you should make up your own mind. There was this guy in my computer class that I liked. I think I might call him.”
“Good plan,” Angela sighed. “I’m going to go to my room and be miserable.”
Regina watched her go. “I think our club is breaking up already,” she said unhappily. Then she straightened up. “I’m going to keep the club going. I guess I’ll just go back to hacking.”
“You should probably leave that to Constance. She told me that she’s looking into the bank account stuff,” Mary said. “She’s got more access, because she knows people in the pack’s business office.”
“Fine, I’ll go find something else to hack into,” Regina said, with the pout of a two year old.
Angela had done her job too well. “Don’t do anything illegal.”
Regina’s mouth twitched in a mischevious smirk. “Too late.”
“Don’t get caught.”
“Of course, if I did, and it made front-page news, think of the scandal,” Regina said, a calculating gleam in her eye. “Think of how upset Daddy would be.”
“They don’t serve non-fat yogurt in prison,” Mary said severely.
Regina’s eyes widened with alarm. “They don’t?”
“No, they do not.”
Now, if it had been Angela, she would have demanded to be told how Mary would even know what kind of food they had in prison. The truth was, Mary had no idea what they served in prison, but she suspected that Regina wouldn’t like it. “So whatever you’re doing on that computer, please tread carefully.”
And Mary went upstairs to take a nice, long, hot shower, to wash the sting of Hilda’s insults off her.
