said. "I'm not as stupid as you think."
"No, you're far more stupid," she agreed.
Will jumped in to redirect, because that's what he did. He hated all unpleasantness. "So... you wouldn't use it again, if you were able?"
Madame Z raised her eyebrows. "Do I look like I need more wishes?"
Yun Sun sighed loudly. "Well, I could sure use a wish or two. Wish me up Lindsay Lohan's thighs, will you?"
I loved my friends. They were so wonderful. I lifted the corsage, and Madame Z gasped and grabbed my wrist.
"For heaven's sake, girl," she cried. "If you're going to wish, at least make it for something sensible!"
"Yeah, Frankie," Will said. "Think of poor Lindsay-you want the girl to be thighless?"
"She'd still have her calves," I pointed out.
"But would they be attached? And what movie producer's going to hire a girl who's just a torso?"
I giggled, and Will looked pleased with himself.
Yun Sun said, "You guys. Ew."
Madame Zanzibar's breathing was uneven. She might have resolved to wash her hands of me, but her fright, when I lifted the withered rosebuds, hadn't been contrived.
I placed the corsage in my messenger bag, careful not to squish it. And when I drew out my wallet, I paid Madame Z twice the amount she'd quoted. I didn't elaborate, just handed over the bills. She counted them, then assessed me in a bone-tired, orange-lipsticked way.
Fine, then, her demeanor conveyed. Just... beware.
We headed to my house for pizza, because that was our Friday night ritual. Saturdays and Sundays, too, more often than not. My parents were on sabbatical in Botswana for the semester, which meant Chez Frankie was party central. Except we didn't have actual parties. We could have; my house was miles from town on an unmaintained dirt road, with no nearby neighbors to complain. But we preferred our own company, with an occasional pop-in from Jeremy, Yun Sun's boyfriend. Jeremy thought Will and I were weird, though. He didn't like pineapple on his pizza, and he didn't share our taste in movies.
The rain pounded the roof of Will's pickup as he navigated the winding curves of Restoration Boulevard, past the Krispy Kreme and the Piggly Wiggly and the county watertower, which stretched toward the sky in lonely glory. The cab of the truck was crowded with all three of us scrunched in, but I didn't mind. I had the middle seat. Will's hand brushed my knee when he shifted gears.
"Ah, the cemetery," he said, nodding as we reached the wrought iron gates to his left. "Shall we have a moment of silence for Fernando?"
"We shall," I said.
A bolt of lightning illuminated the rows of tombstones, and I thought to myself what eerie and disturbing places cemeteries really were. Bones. Rotted-away skin. Coffins, which sometimes came undug.
I was glad to get home. I went from room to room flicking on all the lights while Will ordered the pizza and Yun Sun shuffled through this week's Netflix arrivals.
"Something cheerful, 'kay?" I called from the hall.
"Not Night Stalker?" she said.
I joined her in the den and sifted through the stack. "How about High School Musical? There is nothing the slightest bit creepy about High School Musical."
"Surely you jest," Will said, clicking off his phone. "Sharpay and her brother doing their sexy dance with maracas? You wouldn't call that creepy?"
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I laughed.
"But you girls go on, knock yourselves out," he said. "I've actually got an errand to run."
"You're leaving?" Yun Sun said.
"What about the pizza?" I said.
He opened his wallet and laid a twenty-dollar bill on the coffee table. "It'll be here in thirty minutes. My treat."
Yun Sun shook her head. "And again I say: You're leaving?. You're not even staying to eat?"
"There's something I need to do," he said.
My heart constricted. I ached to keep him here, even if just for a little longer. I darted back to the kitchen and pulled Madame Z's corsage-no, my corsage-out of my bag.
"At least wait till I've made my wish," I said.
He looked amused. "Fine, wish away."
I hesitated. The den was warm and cozy, pizza was on the way, and I had the two greatest friends in the world. What else did I truly want?
Duh, the grasping part of my brain told me. Prom, of course. I wanted Will to ask me to prom. Maybe it was selfish to have so much and still want more, but I pushed that line of reasoning away.
Because look at him, I thought. Those kind brown eyes, that lopsided smile. Those ridiculously angelic curls. The