Chapter Sixteen Page 7
Sparrow: Bianca, you’re never gonna guess the fantastic and wildly-improbable news —
Bianca: Oh! H-hi, Sparrow! Sorry, didn’t know you’d be back this early!
Sparrow: No, it’s fine! I can go lurk in my room for a while! Or I could take a walk! Would that be better? Say, what’s Patrick up to?
Emma: Who’s Patrick?
Bianca: Our other roommate.
Emma: But this is a two-bedroom . . .
Oh, are Patrick and Sparrow an item?
Bianca: Sparrow, this is Emma. We just got back from a movie.
Sparrow: Uh-huh? At rush hour? Was the T a nightmare?
Emma: Well, the roads were! We took my car. I know the timing isn’t perfect, but I have to get to a PTA meeting this evening — as a teacher, not a parent! — so if we were going to see something, it had to be a matinée.
Sparrow: Oh, wow. You’re, like . . . a real adult, here.