you’re so excited about.”
Peter’s starving, so we stop and get hamburgers and milkshakes on the way. When I finally get home,
Margot and Kitty are waiting for me. “Tell us everything,” Margot says, handing me a cup of cocoa. I
check to see if she’s put mini marshmallows inside, and she has.
“Did Peter fix it?” Kitty wants to know.
“Yes! He got Anonybitch to take the video down. He told them how he has an uncle who’s a top
lawyer, when in actuality he owns a pizza parlor in New Jersey.”
Margot smiles at this. Then her face gets serious. “Were people horrible at school?”
Blithely I say, “Nah, it wasn’t bad at all.” I feel a swell of pride for putting on a brave face in front
of my sisters. “But I’m pretty sure I know who did it.”
In unison they say, “Who?”
“Genevieve, just like Chris said. I confronted her in the bathroom and she denied it, but then she
did that thing she does with her mouth when she’s lying.” I demonstrate for them. “Gogo, do you
remember that thing?”
“I think so!” she says, but I can tell she doesn’t. “What did Peter say when you told him it was
Genevieve? He believed you, right?”
“Not exactly,” I hedge, blowing on my hot cocoa. “I mean, he says he’s going to talk to her and get
down to the bottom of it.”
Margot frowns. “He should have your back no matter what.”
“He does, Gogo!” I grab her hand and link my fingers through hers. “This is what he did. He said,
‘It’s you and me, kid.’ It was really romantic!”
She giggles. “You’re hopeless. Don’t ever change.”
“I wish you weren’t leaving tomorrow,” I sigh. I’m homesick for her already. Margot being here,
making judgments and doling out sage advice, makes me feel secure. It gives me strength.
“Lara Jean, you’ve got this,” she says, and I listen hard, look hard for any doubt or falseness in
her, any hint that she’s only saying it to bolster me. But there is none. Only confidence.