— 12 —

That night, after I’d made fish sticks and frozen peas and toast for Rosie and me because Mom was out with Dudley, and after I’d forced Rosie to eat all her peas because she needed her vegetables, and after I’d washed the dishes and read to Rosie until she’d fallen into a deep sleep, I decided to check my Facebook account before Glamour Girl started at nine.

I logged in with my password, badattitude1.

I could hardly believe it. I had 3 friend requests.

The first was Karen’s old request. I sighed heavily. Then I pressed CONFIRM.

The second request was from Claudia. I pressed CONFIRM.

The third request was from Ashley Anderson.

Yes, that Ashley Anderson.

I stared at her profile photo, feeling confused, suspicious, and oddly flattered all at once. Why would Thing One want to friend me?

I moved the arrow to IGNORE.

Then I thought, Maybe, when she saw Phoebe and me with Jean-Paul, she realized we aren’t total bottom-feeders after all. Maybe this is her way of saying so.

I moved the arrow to CONFIRM.

Then I thought, This is the girl who nicknamed you Pancake! The girl who loves to embarrass you in front of the entire class!

I moved the arrow to IGNORE again.

Then I thought, But I’ve already confirmed Claudia as a friend. If I ignore Ashley, she’ll find out and might make my life even more miserable.

I let out a groan. Who knew Facebook could be so complicated?

Suddenly Rosie cried from upstairs, “Violet? I forgot to put on my pull-ups and I peed!”

“Coming!”

I stood up, looking one last time at Ashley’s friend request.

Just before I dashed upstairs to change Rosie’s sheets, I pressed CONFIRM.