Drew Nance Book 2: "The Hidden Staircase" by Bobbie J. Cabot Chapter Ten: Janine and The Aftermath / Sabrina and Callie

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The following day, Drew’s phone didn’t stop buzzing. Word got out that she was selling her car, so a lot of people called wanting to buy Tiger, but Drew texted back that she already had a buyer lined up. Still, that didn’t stop people from texting their bids. The highest she got was fifty thousand, which was extremely over-the-top. Drew was half-tempted to sell Tiger to that potential buyer, but in the end, she didn’t take even that one.

Still, the texts continued to pour in. By lunchtime, she decided to turn off her phone's ringer for the rest of the day. She had to wonder how many people knew her number.

Aside from these offers to buy her car, some of the cheerleaders texted her, too (so she still ended up checking her phone regularly). Angela texted that it seems their apartment reservation was indeed canceled, but she didn’t bother to change it and just quietly called the other number and reserved the other apartment. Angela was, however, able to get their deposit for the first apartment transferred back to her account, which she then transferred to another account as their deposit to the new apartment.

The others texted that they were able to fix their class schedules but kept them all quiet, too, as Drew suggested. Some were too late to “uncancel” some of their classes but were able to find substitute classes. Everything was fine again. Drew told them she wasn’t worried about Janine finding out because she would undoubtedly be keeping her distance for a while.

Later that night, a couple of the other cheerleaders called and belatedly found that their class slots were canceled as well, but because they reconfirmed, they were able to get back in their classes' registers. They asked who had their names removed from the roll and they found that the requests were under their names. Apparently, Janine (who else) faked their names and signatures.

Drew didn't know what to say after that, but she did tell all of them that they should all play dumb with Janine, otherwise, she might do something else. And they should start watching their backs, too.

The two couldn't say how grateful they were, and said they would, and would tell the other cheerleaders the same thing.

To cement things and postpone any further shenanigans by Janine, Drew conference-called Callie, Iola and Sabrina, and asked to meet with them in the morning to talk strategy. She'd be by their houses at around 10AM and pick them up. Sabrina asked if the others should be there, too, and Drew giggled, saying they won't all fit in her car.

Eventualy, Iola made a suggestion and they all agreed to meet at Red Robin at the Mall. Callie and Sabrina promised to tell the others and everyone should be there at around 10:30.

In the morning, after Drew's usual morning routine, Drew picked out her outfit - always a very complex thing... At the end of her decision-making (which was longer than normal that morning - she wanted to make a good impression with her new posse), she decided on a pair of faded denim-blue low-waist leggings, high-heeled black suede ankle boots, a tight, stretchy, black v-neck bodysuit as a top (she put on a G-string gaff underneath, of course) and topped it off with a red leather moto jacket with snaps, three zip pockets and one snap pocket in front, an adjustable buckle waist belt, zips at the sleeves and silver hardware.

She looked at herself in the mirror and was satisfied with her appearance but… She swiped at her hair. Her hair still looked okay but it was decidedly looking shaggy. This wouldn’t do during her vacation in Hawaii. So she got her phone and dialed Benzaiten.

“This is Benzaiten Personal Salon. Ohayogozaimasu, my name is Ellen. How can I help you today?”

“Hi, Ellen, this is Drew Nance. I was hoping if I could have an appointment for tomorrow?”

“Hi, Drew!” Ellen exclaimed. “I mean, ‘Pixie,’” she giggled.

Drew sighed. “Is my member name permanent?”

“’Fraid so,” Ellen smiled. “Now, let’s see. Julian has a vacant Eleven AM slot tomorrow. Is that okay?”

“Eleven tomorrow is great.”

“I’m going to put you down for ten tomorrow, just in case - you know how it is here... Hey, listen, I'm gonna have to hang up. We can chat some more later. I’m super-busy at the moment.” She cleared her throat and whispered consiratorially. “I have a bunch of Hollywood-wannabe tweens and their mothers, all demanding makeovers.”

“Poor you.”

“You have no idea. Hey, we heard about that race you had. Julian’s very interested about it. He even saw some of the pictures the kids have been sharing around.”

“Pictures! There are pictures!?”

Ellen giggled. You and your friends look pretty sexy in your racing outfits.”

Drew groaned. “Oh, no…”

“Anyway, Julian has a proposition for you and your friends.”

That piqued Drew’s curiosity. “Proposition?”

“Let’s leave it for tomorrow, okay?”

“But…"

“I’m really very busy at the moment, Drew. Let’s leave it for tomorrow, okay? Bye!” Ellen abruptly hung up.

Drew frowned, feeling a bit miffed, but she shrugged it off and punched in an entry in her Calendar app.

She ran a comb through her hair, picked a tiny, white calfskin backpack and loaded it with her cards and essentials and went to the garage.

In a few minutes, Drew pulled up in front of Callie's house. She beeped Arcee's horn, and Callie came flying out moments later. She was wearing a little saucy lace skirt, a loose denim shirt knotted at the waist, and she waved to Drew.

Drew opened the passenger door and Callie jumped in and gave her a quick hello kiss.

Soon, they were at Iola's and after the hello hugs, Iola started geeking over Arcee. Drew went over her new car's special features but what really caught her friend's attention were the doors.

As for Drew, she took notice of Iola's outfit.

She was wearing a cute, short sundress with a loose, man-style, long-sleeved checked shirt over it, and tan Oxford shoes. Over the shirt, she was also wearing an olive, military-style jacket, and she rolled the jacket and shirt sleeves together. And she also wore a straw-colored fedora.

“Love the bohemian-esque style, girl!” Drew exclaimed. “A big change from your usual, but a good change!”

Iola looked down modestly. “Well, it wasn't me, really,” she looked down shyly. “Callie picked it out, and she insisted I wear it...”

Drew gave her a big hug and lifted her off her feet.

“Well, I think you look faaabulous, dahling! Oh, wait!” Drew reached into her car, got her itty-bitty pack and pulled out her little atomizer. She spritzed the air in front of Iola and pulled her through the cloud of eau de parfum. “There. The final touch.”

“Nice! Thanks, Drew.” She gave her a peck.

“Can I get a bit of that?” Callie asked.

“Sure!” Drew spritzed the air again, reached out and pulled Callie over. But she miscalculated.

“Ooof!” Drew exclaimed as Callie bumped into her. It wasn't painful or anything - Drew was just surprised.

They all laughed at that. Callie giggled and gave Drew a big kiss on the cheek, and giggled some more at Drew's blush.

Eventually, they all got in and Iola commented how roomier the back seats were compared to Tiger's. Still, it wasn't all that roomy - the RCZ only had 2+2 seating.

“Last stop and then we'll go to Red Robin,” Drew said.

“We're picking up Sabrina then?” Callie asked. Drew detected a little undertow of some emotion in her voice. Impatience? Irritation? But she ignored it for the moment.

“Yep. Her house is a few minutes away so we'll be there in a bit.”

As promised, they were soon at Sabrina's and they found her standing in front of her house's front door. She was wearing a short, sleeveless Ombre dress in cream that faded into magenta at the short skirt's hem. Knotted over her waist was a narrow, brown belt, and she had on a thin jean jacket with the sleeves rolled up to just below her elbows. She was bare-legged and wore white Converse sneakers.

Drew and Callie had to admit that the girl was showing great style instead of the schlock style most girls at their school had. But inside, the voice in Callie's mind was more catty than admiring.

As expected, Sabrina's expression, as they pulled up in Drew's new shiny red RCZ, was more like “wow,” but when the scissor doors went up and Drew and Callie stepped out, Sabrina's jaw dropped.

“Like it?” Drew giggled.

“Ohmigod, it's so cute!” She said. “I didn't see the high tech doors before.” She bussed both of the girls.

She slid into the back, gave Iola a hello hug and exclaimed, “Let's go!”

The drive was fairly fast, and they were soon at the mall.

The shiny red car attracted a lot of attention as they drove into the already-filling-up lot, but they drove around the lot a bit.

“What're you doing, Drew?” Sabrina said.

Iola laughed. “Oh, it's something Drew does often. Originally, Callie and I thought Drew was trawling for guys or maybe showing off, but she's just looking for a security camera. She parks where a security camera has an obvious clear shot of her car. Just in case. She does this a lot. Her reserved slot in the school parking lot is near a camera, too. Ooh! There's one, Drew!” Iola pointed. Drew turned appropriately. She didn't hurry because there were a lot of empty spots there.

“There are reserved parking spaces in school?” Sabrina asked.

“Yeah,” Callie answered. “You're a Freshman so you might not know about it.”

Callie and Iola explained it: Originally, there were twenty school parking spaces for visitors, but they were never used - there were very, very few visitors that needed parking. So it was offered to staff, but none of the staff wanted to use the spaces for fear of the students trashing their cars.

The teachers were really paranoid about it. It was 2013, and there were riots in some high schools. And movies like Coach Carter and Lean On Me were making the rounds at the time. So, instead of letting the space go to waste, the school board decided to rent it out to the students. Sure, they could have put up more classrooms in the space or something, but there was no budget for that.

Anyway, as expected, the kids who had cars fought for the parking spaces, and there were those that got reservations but would sell them to kids who wanted them badly enough to pay scalper prices. The school didn't want that so they made some rules: parking spaces were non-transferrable; only one car was allowed to park in a parking spot; the car must be registered to the student (which, naturally, restricted parking mostly to the juniors and seniors); the space could only be reserved for the student for an entire term - no more and no less; and the payment had to be made personally by a student's parent or guardian, in advance.

As to security, the rules were: only the student who owned the car can enter the lot; he or she cannot loiter in the lot longer than 10 minutes; and cars can't be left overnight. Lots of CCTV cameras were put up to insure compliance, and Drew made sure her parking spot was in obvious full view of one of them.

“Seems a little to complicated to me,” Sabrina said, “and a little unfair. Is this even allowable?”

“Well, the Department of Education and the School Board tried to take back the parking,” Iola explained, “but the upperclassmen made such a stink that they didn't bother to anymore.”

“Well,” Drew interjected, “my pop said the school board tried to do it one last time.What they did was to make the parking fees real high so no one would want to park there. They made it the same rates as commercial parking fees in Manhattan, to, like more than five hundred dollars a month. And the fees had to be paid in advance. Which translates to about twenty-five hundred per term. The idea was it would be so expensive, the parents wouldn't shell out for it. But it turns out there were just enough to fill up the parking spaces. Some actually made loans just to be able to pay for the parking, and soon the school had a pretty good revenue stream

“So, you have a parking slot?”

“My pop said that the only way he'll let me take my car to school is if I had a guaranteed safe parking spot for it. In fact, he already has my old spot reserved for this coming year.

“How does a kid get a reservation, anyway?”

“It's first-come first-serve.”

“So, I guess, Drew got to reserve first, then?”

“Well, my pop took a morning off as soon as they started taking reservations.”

“He took a morning off!” Sabrina exclaimed, "just so he can get you a parking space? Wow..."

Drew shrugged.

“Your dad is something else, Drew,” Sabrina said.

Drew giggled. “Nahhh...”

She pulled up to a parking spot. “'Kay. We're here,” Drew said.

Everyone got out and Drew put up Arcee's top before she got out. She waved to the camera and followed her friends into the mall.

Drew had her arms linked with Callie and Iola, and Sabrina led the way. It was fairly early so there weren't too many people around yet, but the four clearly made an impression, especially with the kids that were around. Most mistook them for “off-island kids,” and, from their classier style, maybe mistook them for well-to-do kids from Manhattan slumming or something. They were too pretty and classy to be locals. But, instead of being snooty, Sabrina saw the three were very approachable, which attracted a lot of guys.

A situation like this would have scared Sabrina to death - she never got used to guys, especially guys trying to come on to her. It's partly how she first twigged to her being gay, actually. And, though that was just a small thing compared to the totality of who she was, it was one of the reasons she acquired her bitchy reputation when it came to guys.

She looked at Drew and envied her easygoing demeanor, whether with girls or guys. Drew was able to turn away the boys who were too persistent without being jumpy about it or biting their heads off. Callie and Iola had a touch of that savvy vibe, which they probably got from Drew as well.

In school, Drew was rapidly becoming a legend, if she wasn't already. Most, especially those not from her year, only knew her from her sartorial style, her stylish little subcompact, and, more recently, from her now-legendary race with Phil Cohen, even though that race was just a few weeks ago. But Sabrina instinctively knew she was more than just a fashion plate anymore.

Sabrina wouldn't know anything about it but, if someone asked Principal Weatherby, she would have said that, in the short time since Drew transferred to the school, academic performance had started improving. Weatherby knew that it was largely because of Drew's influence, because the largest improvement was in her class, and then, in a more diffused way, among the Juniors. And, although there was only one finals to objectively base this on, Weatherby and the other teachers knew it was because of Drew's example, and were quite happy with the new scores. And they felt the halo effect was starting to carry over to the other years, too. Weatherby was even more happy with the improved attendance and reduced number of incident - her Vice Principal told her that Drew had been instrumental in diffusing several potential messes, as well.

As for Sabrina, she already had a big crush on Drew, but she prayed she wasn't as creepy as Screech was and ruin her chances, assuming she even had a chance at all. Everyone said Drew wasn't into girls, but the little indicators Sabrina saw told her she might actually have a chance. But she wasn't completely sure. In any case, hope springs eternal, she thought.

When they reached Red Robin, they found they were the first to arrive. Drew went to the Maître d' or manager and asked if some of the tables could be put together. Drew said they might be around twenty-two, and they'd like to sit together. The head waitress and the manager looked at each other, and offered Drew the use of one of their two function rooms instead, at no cost. Drew was surprised, but the manager said the room was not in use or reserved at the moment, so it was fine.

Anyway, The four of them were ushered into the room and they picked a table where they could see the main doors through the sliding glass partition, and ordered drinks. As usual, the three ordered diet cokes but when Drew ordered an “orange cream soda,” the others followed suit and changed their orders to similar drinks. Drew also ordered chips and salsa, and chili fries so they'd have something to munch on while they waited.

The girls started to trickle in, and eventually, everyone was there. Public transportation to the mall was available, after all.

They made for a very boisterous group, so it was good that the restaurant had given them the room, isolating them from the rest of the restaurant. All of Sabrina's ex-Jayvees were there plus Polly and the two Kates, so that meant the team was complete. Most of them just ordered from the restaurant's selection of appetizers and entrees, but Iola ordered a large Chili Chili Cheeseburger.

“Iola!” Polly exclaimed. “Whatthehell!”

“What!” Iola said around a mouthful of burger. “I like their burgers here. Why do you think I suggested Red Robin in the first place?”

The others giggled.

Everyone was curious why they were meeting, but that didn't stop them from making a good time of it, and enjoyed the lunch.

But...

Thirty minutes later, the rest of the old cheerleaders (minus Janine, of course) showed up.

In the ensuing awkwardness, Drew explained that she had invited these girls, too.

The ex-varsity girls explained what what Drew thoughed would happen did, and between Drew and Angela, they were able to tell everyone the latest schemes Janine had been indulging in, and from the faces of the girls, they couldn't believe it.

“Wow,” Tori said. “Janine really knows how to carry a grudge.”

“That girl is evil, Drew,” Paige said. “Evil.”

“You're exaggerating a bit, Paige,” Drew said.

“I don't know, Drew,” Marti said. She turned to Angela and the others. “I know she's supposed to be your friend, but - maybe it's just me - I can't imagine doing something like that to my girls. Can you?”

They remained quiet.

“I can never do that to them,” she repeated, “otherwise, I'd have to break every mirror I have and won't be able to look anyone in the eye ever again.”

Drew cleared her throat. “Well... it's none of our business, really, Marti.” She turned to Angela. “It's between you guys and her. But...” She stopped and gathered her thoughts.

“My worries,” Drew said, “have to do with the current team, and, maybe, how to stop Janine from doing anything further. Despite my being a newbie, these crazy kids,” she pointed at the new team, “against my protests, have made me their new captain...”

The girls cheered at that, and Angela and the old team gave her congratulatory hugs.

“Thanks, everyone,” Drew blushed, and everyone giggled at that. “But going back to what I was saying...”

Drew said she now had a responsibility to the team. So, to protect her team, she had a plan. Essentially, it was for everyone to play dumb, and not let Janine know that they knew. That way, Janine would therefore believe her scheme was successful. But they didn't need to make any kind of special effort - just play dumb about three particular things - one, that they didn't know about Janine taking away the cheerleaders' sponsors (this little bit of sabotage shocked the seniors - yes, they heard about it before, but this time, it was confirmed.); two - that the seniors didn't know about Janine cancelling their apartment reservation, and; three - that they didn't know about Janine messing with their class reservations.

“I think we can do that,” Savannah said, “stay quiet about the sponsorship, I mean, but...”

“Yeah,” Angela said. “How can we hide the fact that we know that our reservations were cancelled. We'd eventually show our hand when we don't show up at the apartment, and then eventually reveal that our classes are still okay. Heck, Janine even shares some of our classes!”

They thought about it.

“Well,” Iola said “how about this - tell Janine that you're delaying moving into the apartment until just before the start of classes. That way, it would be plausible that you didn't know about the loss of the apartment until the last moment, and were just lucky to get the other one.”

“Yeah,” Callie agreed. “And when Janine asks, you guys just say that some snafu with your reservation happened, and you guys had to get another another one at the last moment.”

“But we wouldn't want to live with her after that,” Angela said. “We'd want our own apartment. She can find her own!”

“Well, how about you tell her, when class starts, you lost the apartment, and you're still negotiating for the other apartment. That'll force her hand. Either she tells you guys she was able to find an alternative place for all of you, or say she's in the same boat as you, or say that she was able to get one for herself or something, but not a big enough place for everyone. I think she'll say she found one for herself. In any case, you guys will have a chance to get the new place.”

“And what about the classes?”

“You can tell them that your colleges called to confirm your class schedules earlier, to check things, and you guys corrected some erroneous cancellations in their records.”

“Then she'd know that...”

“You don't volunteer the information and only let her know until the first day of classes. That way, she'll assume her scheme was successful until classes start.”

“I guess... What do you think, girls?” They agreed.

“What about after?” Angela asked.

“Well,” Drew said, “when everything's settled, just act like nothing was wrong and everything was normal.”

“What about us, Drew?” Sabrina asked.

“Same thing - we tell whoever asks that the Coach is trying to fix things, and we leak it to the school's grapevine that you've offered to leave the team, and that it's up to the Coach now.”

Sabrina nodded.

"I can't believe Janine thought she could get away with this," Angela said.

"Well, she almost did, if it weren't for Drew," Sabrina said. "And maybe she was counting on nne of you suspecting her, and just chalk it up to some technical or administrative fuck-up."

"Yeah," Angela said, "you're right, Sabrina... Oooh! I so want to get back at her!"

“Guys,” Drew said, “we will not hit back. All we want is her not doing anything else. We're not going to attack at her, unless we can be sure there'll be no repercussions.”

No one responded.

“Well?”

Eventually, everyone agreed.

“But,” Angela said, “if you think of something, Drew...”

“You'll be the first to know, Angela,“ Drew grinned.

To break the mood, Callie suggested that they pick desserts, but there were only six to choose from. Drew said she'll treat, and got three of each, while everyone got smoothies or shakes. Drew chatted up Angela and the new arrivals, and, in her own inimitable way, eased the tension. In a while, the lunch started to feel more like a party.

Drew talked about their impending trip to Hawaii, and that their flight was twelve hours long, and even though their flight would leave Friday morning, when they arrive, it would just be around four PM local time.

Everyone was excited for the three, and asked them to bring back souvenirs and pictures. There was a long talk about what they could do there. Callie talked about their plans and the things they want to do. Since Savannah was from Hawaii, she had lots of suggestions. Iola wasn't too worried, though, since their seventeen days was more than enough time to do everything.

After a while, though, Iola's cell phone beeped, and she checked it out.

“Oh, no!” She said. “It's my boyfriend! I told him to pick me up in a couple of hours. He's early!”

Drew gave her a hug. “Go ahead, hon. Don't keep your sweetie waiting.”

Iola smiled at her. “Thanks, Drew,” she said. She gave her a hug, as well as Callie and everyone near her.

“'Kay, guys. see you all later.” She left Callie her share of lunch and she traipsed out of the room.

Pretty soon, everyone started taking their leave, most of them on dates, and eventually, only Marti, Alice, Sabrina, Callie and Drew were left.

Drew pocketed over three hundred dollars in tens and twenties, and paid for their lunch with her card instead. They gathered their stuff and leisurely walked out of the restaurant. They walked Marti and Alice to the bus stop and then walked back to Arcee. Drew invited them for a ride to Manhattan and back (Drew said she was trying to get used to Arcee), and the two gamely said yes.

Driving through bumper-to-bumper New York traffic was never fun, so as soon as they hit immovable New York weekday traffic, Drew changed her mind and decided to detour to the Tate Center. She parked in a reserved spot there and they just walked up and down Park Avenue, window-shopping for a couple of hours, in places that Drew had only read about or seen on TV before. This was so far from the River Heights that she knew. To be fair, though, Callie and Sabrina weren't all that better, as it was their first time, too. But, in their outfits, and the confidence that Drew inspired in them, the three fit like a glove among the urbanites of Manhattan and freely rubbed elbows with everyone there. Therefore, no one took undue notice, except for the kind of attention three cute girls would usually get.

They looked through clothes mostly, but Drew insisted on going through FAO Schwarz, too, and Sabrina and Callie agreed. All of the prices were so high, though, so they ended up not buying anything. Still, it was fun just walking and chatting, and looking at things and trying out clothes. At a subconscious level, Callie and Sabrina knew that they were competing for Drew's attention but Drew didn't give special attention to one over the other, and because Drew didn't stand for catty or bratty behavior, the two were forced to play nice. And with Drew's bubbly and engaging aura, the two were forced to interact, and in a while they were actually being nice to each other.

Drew sighed in relief at that. It was a small victory but Drew planned to nurture the budding friendship. She knew that she was the cause of the friction, but it hadn't reached the point of actual competition yet, so she wanted to make full use of this little “window” and nurture a friendship between the two. But given how the two were making suggestions to each other in terms of the outfits they were trying on, she thought there was an even chance of their little trio of soon becoming a quartet.

Eventually, the three got tired and had a break in a place called Bubble Tea and Crepes in the Flatiron District.

“Oooh, my feet,” Callie moaned while they sucked tapioca balls and milk tea through extra-large straws, and shared assorted macarons.

“I'm sorry, honey,” Drew said. Maybe we should go home now?”

“Nahhh, I'm okay if you still want to window-shop.”

Drew looked at Sabrina and noted her pooped expression.

“I think I can go for a nap,” Drew said. she almost giggled at the expressions of relief on their faces.

They went their slow way back to Tate Center. Drew texted her dad beforehand and he insisted that they pass by his office.

Callie and Sabrina were appropriately impressed as they were escorted upstairs by a couple of big security people in suits, and were doubly impressed by her dad's quietly magnificent (in an older kind of way) secretary.

For her part, Alice gave Drew a very warm welcoming hug, and critically looked Callie and Sabrina up and down. However, when Drew introduced them as her close friends, Alice's demeanor warmed up a lot, but she still exuded a protective kind of aura. She seemed to be saying that she's still reserving her opinion.

But she politely ushered them into Carson's office.

“Hello, girls!” Carson said and gave Drew a kiss and a hug.

“Hi, Mr. Nance,” Sabrina said. “Sorry to disturb you at your place of work...” Carson waved that away.

“Not a problem, Sabrina. Mr. Tate likes to have young people come by from time to time. And he's taken a shine to Drew. I'm sure I'd hear from him if he found out I didn't allow you to come up.”

“Actually, Pop,” Drew said, “we just passed by to say hello. We're really kind of tired.”

“Oh?”

“We've been window-shopping on Fifth Avenue. You know, just looking.”

Carson gave her a look with a raised eyebrow.

“Really!" she said. "You can ask the girls!”

“Okay, okay!” he laughed.

“Also… can you come home early today? Maybe we can go out for pizza for dinner.”

Carson raised an eyebrow at that. “You’ll probably want vegetable and cheese again.”

“A girl has to watch what she eats, you know.”

“Sure. I’ll try and be home by six or so.”

Carson asked Alice to bring them to the scenic elevator, and the girls oohed and ahhed as they rode down to the lobby, and from there, they got Arcee and they went back to Staten Island.

Callie and Sabrina didn't want the day to be over yet, so they decided to hang out at Sabrina's for a while. There, Callie got to meet Sabrina's mother and little four-year old twin brothers.

Sabrina’s brothers were very taken by Sabrina’s two new friends, especially seeing Drew again, and they would constantly peek from behind the doorway as the three chatted.

Drew was glad that they could spend some time, and Callie started thawing towards Sabrina. She had started to call Sabrina “Bri,” just like her mom and brothers did, and in friendly retaliation, Sabrina started calling her “Cal” – something only Callie’s friends did. This, among other things, showed that the two were well on the way to becoming good friends, even though Drew knew the awkwardness that she caused between the two would never completely disappear.

It was just as well that Drew got Arcee since she was fairly sure Sabrina will soon become a regular fixture with them, and four people would hardly have fit in Tiger.

Eventually, Drew noticed the time, and took their leave, otherwise, she’ll be late to meet her dad for "pizza."

Sabrina pouted but walked them out.

- - - to be continued - - -

 

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