*Chloe*

Sylvia popped her head into my bathroom, as usual without preamble of any kind.

“Hey, girl, can I borrow your notes for Mr. Bergen’s class…What the hell are you doing?”

I turned to Sylvia, cocking an eyebrow. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m grooming, like just about anyone who isn’t gross does at least some of the time.”

Sylvia leaned against the door frame and crossed her arms over her chest, a sly smile pulling at ...