ask.
âAbout an hour. Weâre in Wisconsin now.â Josh laughs.
âWe made it across the border,â I joke. âDid I miss the Marsâ Cheese Castle?â
âNope. Weâre just about there.â The Marsâ Cheese Castle is a landmark just over the Illinois-Wisconsin border. Itâs actually a major letdown if a castle is what you crave, although cheese fans will not be disappointed. When I was little, I used to believe it was an actual castle built entirely of cheese and inhabited by a glorious cheese-making princess. Josh and I finally stopped there after a day at the Britsol Renaissance Faire last summer, and my cheese fantasy was broken. At least their cheese curds are tasty.
âShall we stop for some curds?â I ask.
âI gotta whiz,â Josh proclaims.
âThen thatâs a yes?â
We pull into the parking lot, which is packed with cheese enthusiasts. Josh heads to the bathroom while I step inside and browse the freezers of cow-shaped cheddar. I purchase a pack of cheese curds, which is kind of like wet cheese nuggets in a bag. I know it doesnât sound it, but theyâre really good. Like concentrated cheese.
If I hadnât been here already, I might feel the need to peruse the tchotchkes and cheese tidbits, but once youâve seen the inside of this so-called castle, the cheese curds are all you need. I wait for Josh back at the car. I hop in and see my cell phone on the seat where I must have left it. Thereâs a message.
I hit the listen button and pray for a message from old man Hoyt. Instead, I get, âMs. Erlich, this is Sergeant Sundstrom of the Deer Grove police. Iâm calling about Penny Nelsonâ¦.â
Crap.
Waiting outside for Gavin to get out of detention. I need to get home to watch Annabelle, but I donât want to leave without seeing Gavin. Itâs our end-of-the-day ritual. Even if he has detention, I promised to wait at school to say goodbye, one last kiss before we go our separate ways. He wonât come home with me when I babysit, and I wonât go home with him. So Iâll wait.
Lillian and Josh are in the parking lot. I feel like I know them more now. I see them all the time. Even if we donât actually talk. Now Iâm not sure if theyâre going out. Maybe theyâre just friends. âCause I saw him with Zoe Butterman. But maybe that was on the side. Maybe Lil doesnât know. Maybe I should tell her, and then weâd be friends. Or maybe sheâd hate me. So I wonât.
Joshâs hood is open. Smoke coming out. But he doesnât look mad like that one time that Gavin and I were late for a movie and his car broke down. Ended up busting a window, too, when all was done. Not Josh and Lillian. Theyâre laughing. Laughing at the smoke and the broken car. So instead, they walk. Holding hands. Maybe they are dating. They look so good together.
I watch them until I canât see their perfect, tall, beautiful bodies anymore. I watch the spot where they used to be until Gavin grabs my shoulder and spits his gum into the parking lot.
CHAPTER SIX
After I listen to the message, Iâm in stun mode. Penny really did it. Did she do it? She must have done it.
âYour face looks weird,â Josh says to me, and Iâm too shocked by the message to reply in any sort of annoyed way. âHello?â he asks, poking my shoulder with his finger.
âWe completely underestimated this freak.â
âWhich freak? That guy waiting in line for the bathroom with all those packages of cheese curds? Iâm glad I was ahead of him. Who knows what he planned to do with those things.â
âNo,â I interrupt Josh with a bite. âDonât speak for a minute. I need to process.â Josh opens his mouth to say something, then reads the seriousness on my face and shuts himself up. âThat was a message from the police. Apparently, Pennyâs purse was found in