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have a bad habit of complaining that no girls like me. “Yeah, I’m sorry,” I said. Somehow, I always ended up apologizing to Xander for no apparent reason. “I’m just cranky today. I think I have jetlag or something.”
    “No, that’s cool. My dad might be around tonight, so I should probably go home, anyway.” He got to his feet. “Maybe we’ll hit Lake View tomorrow if it’s nice. Are you working?”
    “I’m off. So is Rini.”
    “Cool. See you tomorrow. Tell Rini I said bye.” Xander strode away from the table, and I wondered what was up. He seemed a little touchy. Maybe the girl had really asked about me and his ego was bent out of shape. I guess that could happen in some kind of bizarro reality. But girls were always flinging themselves at Xander from every doorway, window, and alley. He wasn’t going to get mad because one girl one time asked about me. Besides, super hot girls do not ask about me. It’s just the law of the jungle. I checked my watch. My fifteen minutes of freedom were almost up.
    *****
    You would think that Grandma would be happy to have me home for an evening. At the very least, I was someone to play Boggle with, but that wasn’t the case with my grandmother. “What are you doing here hanging out with some old lady?” she asked when I told her I didn’t have any plans for the evening. “It’s Friday night. You should be out chasing girls.”
    “Yeah, I know, but Xander and Rini are busy, and I have jetlag.”
    Grandma was at th e stove steaming some broccoli, but this comment made her turn and give me a penetrating look. “What do you mean, jetlag? How would you have jetlag?”
    Busted! I blinked once, willing my face not to react. “Oh, you know, it’s an expression. You know, I’m tired. I have jetlag.”
    Grandma pinched her lips together. “I’ve never heard anyone use it.”
    “ Really? Kids at school use it all the time,” I insisted.
    “Well, I don’t like it .” She turned back to her vegetables. “Makes people think you’ve been on a trip or something. It’s practically lying.”
    “Okay, Grandma. I won’t use it anymore.”
    “You should have gotten the phone number of Mr. Sarducci’s granddaughter. Then you wouldn’t be dependent on the whims of Alexander and a plain girl like Irene.” My loose lips had raised Grandma’s suspicions. Now she was in a bad mood, and I’d have to deal with it.
    “Don’t be mean, Grams. Lydia’ s no beauty queen,” I said, playing offense.
    “Yeah, but her family has that nice business. That makes her better looking. You get a nice girl like that with a cash -based business and you’re set for life.”
    I sighed. I could tell it was going to be a long evening. I silently wished for cable because then there would always be some version of CSI episode on at least one channel, and I could distract her. Forget Murder, She Wrote . My grandmother was a sucker for a crime scene investigation.
    Three painful hours later, I finally had Grandma tucked into her Barcalounger to watch the news, and I escaped to my room. I double clicked for dial-up and prayed that Grandma didn’t hear the bonging sound. She sometimes got upset that I was tying up the line in case someone needed to call in with an emergency. I have tried numerous times to explain to her that people usually only need to call out with an emergency, and if we had one of those, I could just disconnect, but she does enjoy being stubborn.
    I tried IMing both Xander and Rini, but neither one of them seemed to be around. Great, another fun -filled Friday night held hostage in my room by a cantankerous senior citizen. Herbert Lehmer knows how to live large.
    A n IM window popped up with a name I didn’t recognize.
    Turnover: Sherbie?
    Sherbert: Yeah?
    Turnover: Hi! It’s Lana.
    Sherbert: ???
    Turnover: Standing in line. San Francisco. Remember?
    Okay, things began to be familiar. There had been a cute girl standing behind us while we waited in a ridiculously long