I slip gingerly into the passenger seat in Anna’s car. 

“Hey, girl,” comes Whitney’s voice from the backseat. “Have any trouble getting out?”

“It was kind of hairy for a minute. I dropped something in the bathroom and Jakob’s snoring stopped. I froze in place, trying to blend in with the shadows.”

Anna gets the car moving.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you. How did the date with Philip go the othe...