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and
started sketching on a piece of scrap paper. A minute later, I had
an outline. “Where did I put the whiteboard?”
    “That thing over there?” Brynn pointed at the
white rectangle peeking out of the top of a shopping bag.
    “Thanks.” I carried my paper over to the bag,
and removed the white board and colored pens. It was an erasable
calendar, just like the one my mother used in our kitchen. I began
to write, filling in each date with meals that could be made from
the ingredients we’d bought that afternoon. When I was done, I
peeled the stickers off the magnets on the back of the board, and
stuck it to the fridge.
    “Ta da!” I stepped back to admire my
handiwork.
    Heather looked up from folding empty grocery
bags, and stood beside me. She raised one eyebrow.
    “Wow, Mia. That’s kind of amazing.” Brynn
burst into a smile that stretched from ear to ear.
    “Thanks.” I grinned back. “Will you please
get out four chicken breasts, two eggs, and the breadcrumbs? I’ll
start breading so we can eat soon.”
    “Sure.” As Brynn pulled out items, I cracked
the eggs into a bowl and began whisking them smooth. Heather stood,
still staring at the list.
    “This thing is intense.” Heather blinked.
    I shrugged. “It’s just a menu.”
    “And a chore chart. And it’s color
coded.”
    “The chores are just a suggestion.” I
flushed. “We can trade later, or come up with another system. This
was just how we did it at my boarding school—saved fights, when
everybody knew what to expect.”
    Charlotte came into the kitchen and furrowed
her brow at the whiteboard. “This looks scary.”
    “Mia meal planned,” Heather explained.
    Brynn held up a frying pan, a question in her
eyes. I nodded. “We need that. Add a little oil to it and set the
burner to medium, please.”
    “Deal.” Brynn did as I instructed. “What do
the colors mean?”
    “They’re our designated cooking nights, the
ones we picked in the car. But we can always switch if our
schedules change.”
    “We can give it a go,” Charlotte said
agreeably.
    “You have a side column for who’s doing
dishes, and who’s cleaning bathrooms, and who tidies common areas
on weekends.” Heather took off her glasses and pinched the bridge
of her nose.
    “If it’s too much, we can erase that. I’m not
trying to push my cleaning schedule on you; we can figure that part
out later,” I hurried to explain. It had worked for us at
Tottenham, but I didn’t want to come off as overly pushy.
    Heather tilted her head. “Not sure how I feel
about a cleaning chart. But can you make me a study schedule?”
    “You’re pre-Med.” I laughed. “I doubt you
need my help studying.”
    “No,” Heather agreed. “But I need help
organizing my time. I want to volunteer at a clinic, but I’m trying
to cram my course work into three-and-a-half years so I can do a
semester with Doctors Without Borders before I graduate. And I’m
not sure I can carry a full load of classes and volunteer.”
    “Hmm.” I battered a chicken breast in
breadcrumbs before placing it delicately in the hot oil, then
filled a pot with water and set it on the stove. “We can work out a
schedule for you tonight. I’m sure we can clear a few hours on the
weekend for you to volunteer somewhere.”
    Brynn bounded to the cabinet and filled water
glasses. “What about you Charlotte? What are your plans for the
semester?”
    “Classes, boys, shopping, more boys, and my
internship.” Charlotte straightened a spoon on the table.
    “You have an internship already?” My brows
shot up as I added noodles to the now-boiling water.
    “My parents own an art gallery in San
Francisco, and they know someone up here,” Charlotte explained.
“It’s super part-time, maybe ten hours a week, but I’m
excited.”
    Well, butter my toast. Classes hadn’t even
started and Charlotte was already working in her dream field. And
Jason thought I was type A.
    Brynn’s phone rang, and she pulled it out