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    â€œYou obviously need a big one,” Lisa Marie answered quickly.
    What did that even mean? She couldn’t believe she was being so bold and out there. It was almost embarrassing.
    But it seemed to be working. Li’l D grinned at her, and his buddies were smirking.
    She held his gaze, not wanting the moment to end.
    â€œOkay. Give me a big one, then,” he said.
    Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone approach the counter and pick up the coffee she’d set there.
    â€œIs this for me?” Heather called.
    Lisa Marie half nodded without looking over.
    â€œWell, okay, then,” Heather said, clearing her throat. She motioned to Marianna, pointing toward the door. “I guess we’ll see you later.”
    â€œBye,” Lisa Marie called, barely nodding as they left.
    To be honest, she was glad to see them go.
    The thing about girlfriends, Lisa Marie thought, was that they were always there for you—even when you didn’t want them to be.

Chapter 5
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    â€œI’m eighteen, Dad,” Marianna pleaded, hating the sound of her own whiny voice. “I’m going away to college in six months! It’s insane not to let me go out to a movie with a boy. You can’t keep me locked up here forever!”
    â€œYou may or may not be going away to college.” Her father raised a threatening eyebrow.
    Oh, wow. Was he stooping to that threat already?
    â€œYou’re saying I can’t go to Wash U?” Marianna’s mouth dropped open.
    â€œWe still haven’t settled that, you know,” her father said.
    It was a low blow, and everyone in the living room felt it. Marianna’s mother, who always sat silently through these arguments and couldn’t be counted on to swat down a fly let alone argue with her husband, stiffened visibly. Even her thirteen-year-old brother Max was quieter than usual.
    Everyone knew she’d already been accepted at Washington University in Saint Louis, her first-choice school. This was just a tactic—one of her father’s favorites. He was determined to keep her obedient and under his thumb as long as possible, so whenever she acted the least bit independent, he floated the idea that maybe she should go to Georgetown instead, and live at home.
    It was horrible and mean-spirited, and she didn’t really think he’d go through with it. But how could she know for sure?
    Why am I taking the bait? she thought. She was letting him get her off topic. She didn’t have time to be distracted. Her date with Luke was tomorrow night—she’d already waited too long to face her father and get his permission. She needed to stay focused on the subject at hand.
    â€œIt’s just a movie,” Marianna repeated. She was trying to stay calm—she really was—but she could feel the panic rising in her throat. It was already 8:30 on Thursday night. How was she going to tell Luke that the date was off, the night before they were supposed to go out? “I’m graduating in two months! Come on, Dad.”
    â€œI don’t see any reason to bend the rules now,” her father said, swirling his glass of leftover Merlot.
    â€œEr . . .” Marianna’s mother cleared her throat softly, trying to speak up. All heads turned. She had never contradicted her husband before.
    â€œYes?” Her father’s eyes dared her mother to keep speaking.
    â€œUm, it probably wouldn’t hurt to let her go out to one movie, Harold,” she said meekly. “You want her to get some experience with boys while you’re still here to guide her, don’t you?”
    Wow. Marianna couldn’t remember her mother ever standing up for her before.
    Harold shot his wife a fleeting look that was hard to read. Marianna wondered if they’d have a fight later. Her dad could get really furious sometimes. He’d never admit it, but he needed anger management lessons. He was a