"Who?" I asked.
"Joel. That was who called, right?"
"Yeah. How'd you know?"
"I looked. I can read upside-down, you know."
Isodidn't need this. "Has it ever occurred to you that some things are private?"
At this, both guys burst out laughing.
"What's so funny now?" I demanded.
Steve said, "You sounded just like Luna."
I rubbed at my forehead. The mention of their sister reminded me of something. Whether Luna had good intentions or not, it wasn't that long ago that I'd left her a scathing voicemail. Maybe she hadn't gotten it yet, but odds were pretty good that she would eventually.
And then, what would happen?
I looked from one brother to the other and said the thing that needed saying. "It's not that I'm not appreciative, but honestly, I can't accept this."
"Why not?" Steve asked.
Deciding I might as well be honest, I confessed, "Well, for one thing, because your sister and I aren't exactly getting along." I bit my lip. "In fact, she's probably pretty mad at me. Or, if she isn't yet, shewillbe."
The two guys exchanged a look. Anthony asked, "Why?"
I didn't want to get into it. But, given the fact they drove all this way, I felt like I owed them at leastsomesort of explanation. "Well, you see, I, um, left a mean voicemail, actually."
Steve frowned. "Oh yeah?Howmean?"
Inside my pocket, my cell phone rang again. I pulled it out and looked at the display, only to cringe. The caller was Jake – or more likely, Luna.
Well, this was awkward. Having no idea what to expect, I answered with a tentative, "Hello?"
But this time, it wasn't Luna. It was Jake.
