Me: Field trip? Where to?
Maggie: I’m not kidding, Lucca. Wyatt can be a bear to get up in the morning. Don’t let his angelic face fool you.
Me: Okay. Okay. This is me leaving you alone.
Me: Starting now.
I wait, but she doesn’t write back.
And I am utterly disappointed.
I stand, walk over to the sleeping ball of fur, and scoop her up.
“Hello,” I say to the gray eyes blinking open and looking back at me. “Do you have a suggestion?”
I sit back on my bed, and the cat curls in a ball right on my chest. Huh. All women like me. Even feline. Picking my phone back up, I stare mindlessly at the screen. No thinking bubbles this time.
She’s got a field trip with Wyatt…
“Wait,” I say, looking down at my ball of fur. “Wyatt.”
Weeks ago, Wyatt, while on a tiny soccer pitch with a bunch of other children, invited me to his house for dinner—for avocados and banana cream pie.
It might be time to take him up on his offer.
For the first time in my life, I search for someone on Instagram. I type inLindyplusMcCraeplusCanyon Falls, California.
A handful of options pop up, and I tap on each, looking for the face of Maggie’s sister.
Yes, I’m looking up Maggie’s sister. How else am I supposed to find out McCrae’s type? My ball of fur and I really need to know. For educational purposes.
I curse my memory for names and faces as I try to decidebetween two women. Which looks the most like Maggie? Which looks the most familiar? I’ve met Lindy. But one handle is called @linda.rochelle while the other is called @belinda.mc.
I study both names, as their accounts are private and I can’t see more. After another minute, I text Roman.
Me: Have you met Maggie’s sister?
Roman: No. Why would I know her sister?
Me: Just a question.
Roman: Are you hitting on Maggie’s sister? Because… that’s messed up.
Me: No.
Me: Do you think Maggie’s sister would have blonde or brown hair?
If Wyatt weren’t blond, I’d go for the brunette, but he is, and for the life of me, I cannot remember clearly what his mother looks like. I should have paid better attention at that birthday party.
Roman: This is weird. You know that, right?
Before I can respond, my phone is ringing. FaceTime call from Stella.
“Hello?” I say, making sure Fur Ball is out of view.
“What are you up to?” Stella says, Roman beside her.
“Is there no team confidence?” I say, staring at Roman.
