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“I’m not telling you guys anyway,” I say. “The last thing I want is to get spied on.”
Honey smirks. “I bet Blue will spy on you anyway.”
I purse my lips. “Speaking of that, I’d better give her a call, or else she’ll hack into my phone.”
“You might be too late anyway,” Fabio says.
“Later,” I say and touch the screen to hang up.
“Tell us how it goes, or the Tyranno-sour-est Rex is back on the table,” Fabio says as the connection breaks.
Grr.
I call Blue next, and the conversation goes similarly, in that she’s also convinced the dinner offer is a date. As we talk, I can’t help feeling like she’s been faking her surprise at certain parts. Has she already spied on me, after all?
Hey, you’re not paranoid when your nosy sister is former NSA.
The videocall with Gia is tougher due to how much she mocks me and laughs to my face.
“Oh, it’s a date, for sure,” she says when I get to that part.
“Let’s agree to disagree,” I say.
“Let’s agree that you’re wrong.” Gia walks with the phone to her kitchen.
“Whatever. Now you know everything. Good night.”
“Wait.” She places a cutting board on her table. “After I left our brunch, I realized I should put you in touch with Bella Chortsky.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Who’s that?”
“My twinsie’s new BFF.” She places a mallet next to the cutting board. “Bella is the owner of Belka, a company you should look up for your blog.”
I blink. “My blog?”
“The one where you talk about petting the cat.” She darts a devious glance at my crotch. “Beating the beaver. Tickling the taco. Nuclear—”
“Shut up,” I say. “I meant, what does our posh sister’s BFF have to do with my blog?”
Gia pulls out a plastic bag and lays it next to the mallet. “Look up the company, and you’ll see. Afterward, if you want an introduction, I can make it happen.”
“Okay, I’ll look it up. Thanks. Now I should go—”
“Do you want to see a trick?” she asks.
“Sure.” I don’t, actually, but in our family, we’ve long since learned that you have to say yes when Gia asks that question—a bit like “trick or treat” on Halloween but without the treat. The last time I said no, an ice cube I put in my soda later that day had a Mentos in it, which turned my drink into a geyser.
Gia theatrically lifts her hands. “Name any card.”
“Seven of Diamonds,” I say.
Gia waves her left hand over her right, and a bright flash of fire blinds me for a moment. When I can see again, a bottle of beer is in Gia’s pale hand.
“Did you know they call the Seven of Diamonds ‘the beer card?’” she asks.
“Yeah. Sure. I bet you’d say that about any card I named.”
Should I also tell her that the bottle appearance itself was amazing, and that I have no idea how she did it?
