But right now, more than anything, I want to rest.
Chapter 12
Tavi
There are only so many things a person can do wrong in a single day before she calls it quits, and quits is exactly where I am right now.
I owe Naomi three emails and a phone call.
I owe Phoebe and Teague a massive thank-you.
I owe the goat whatever you get a goat to saySorry I’m half the reason you had to have your stomach pumped, but you shouldn’t have been in the church basement, you goober.
I owe Dylan apology flowers for life.
And instead of doing any of those things, I’m currently in the old high school teachers’ lounge, scrubbing the sink because Gigi’s decided we need a second kitchen in the school.
Clearly, a school housingsix peopleneeds a second kitchen.
I mean, duh.
An entirecafeteria kitchenisn’t enough for six people.
But she says we’re being environmentally friendly by using thesmallerkitchen in the massive high school. Which doesn’t explain why Gigi took Carter shopping for new appliances.
How’sthatenvironmentally friendly when we already have appliances that mostly work in the cafeteria kitchen?
And why does he get to go shopping while I’m stuck here scrubbing when I would really,reallylike to be checking on Dylan again and calling Naomi and, quite honestly, drowning my own sorrows in a vat of chocolate?
Freakingyoungestchild.
The babies of the family get everything.
Gigi’s probably not threatening to cut off Carter’s trust fund to make him stay here.
She’s probablybribinghim.
And there’s no air-conditioning, which shouldn’t be a problem, except it’s late July, and apparently even Wisconsin occasionally gets hot in late July.
“Wow, it smells like farm animal in here,” Lola Minelli says behind me. She has one of those squeaky balloon voices that I swear she’s faking to make herself stand out.
On the one hand, you have to do what you have to do when you’re in the reality TV and social media influencer business.
On the other hand, is that real?
Is itreallyreal?
“Right?” I say, going slightly falsetto myself. “What did you do in here last night? I’ve been meaning to ask you all day, but I didn’t want to sound rude.” I hate this life. I truly, truly hate this life.
Lola sniffs delicately. “Maybe you should ask your brother.”
Whether she’s implying she hooked up with Carter or that Carter did something in here last night that I don’t want to know about,ew. “Did you get the toilets scrubbed?”
“No, Gigi sent me on a different mission this morning.”
Gigi.
It bothers the crap out of me that Lola moved in here and immediately started calling my grandmotherGigi. It should beMrs.Lightlyto her. Or evenEstelle.
