strolled past the stores on the second tier of the Division Street Mall, sipping Cokes and window-shopping.
âHey,â said Dan. âHave you heard anything about your math test yet?â
Carter nodded. âDad called early, of course.â
âSo? Howâd you do?â
She tried to smile. âI did greatâseven thirty.â
Danâs face lit up. âGreat? Thatâs fantastic! Way to go, Carter. I know that really meant a lot to you.
And
to your dad.â
âIt did. Look what Daddy bought me as soon as he found out.â She tucked her hair behind her right ear to show him one diamond earring.
Dan whistled. âWow. He really
was
happy, wasnât he?â
Carter laughed, just a little.
âYou see,â Dan went on. âYou didnât need me to take the test for you, after all. You did great all by yourself.â
Carter smiled weakly.
Dan stopped in front of a jewelry store window. There were gold rings, bracelets, and necklaces laid out on black velvet. He stood for a few minutes with his hands in his pockets, admiring the display.
Carter was restless. The last thing she felt like doing just then was to stare at jewelry.
Dan continued to stand there and pointed to a row of necklaces. âIf you could have any one of those necklaces, which would you pick?â
Carter sighed. She wasnât in the mood to play âwhich would you pickâ just then. But to make him happy, she pointed to a gold locket in the middle of the display.
âThat one,â she said and talked on.
He followed her. âYou know,â he said, âwe should celebrate tomorrow night. Letâs do something really special.â
Carter raised her face to him now with a pained expression. Here it comes, she thought.
âOh, Dan,â she said. âI almost forgot. We had a date for tomorrow night, didnât we?â
She hated to lie to him. But just once more, she had to do it. She had to.
âWhat do you mean, you almost forgot? Of course we have a date tomorrow.â
âDan, Iâm sorry. I know I promised you weâd go out tomorrow, but Daddy wants to take me and Mother out to dinner to celebrate. And tomorrowâs the only night he can do it. Heâs so busy right now with the trial and everything,â¦â
She glanced reluctantly at Dan to see how he was taking this. He was frowning.
âDan, please understand. I know I had to break a date with you last weekend, but this is the last time, I promise. We can go out Saturday night if you wantââ
âI canât go out Saturday night. My grandparents are coming over.â
âOh.â Carter focused on the rust-colored tile floor. âWhat about during the day? We could meet at the club.â
âOkay. Weâll play tennis on Saturday,â he said unhappily.
Carter felt terrible. âIâm really sorry, Dan,â she said again. She couldnât stop apologizing.
âDonât worry, Carter. I understand. Itâs okay.â
But for the rest of the afternoon, he acted distant. Carter was afraid that it
wasnât
okay.
She met Adam on the corner of Village and Mission Friday night, dressed, as the last time, in jeans. He came by in his Mustang and drove her to the movies.
They watched a horror movie, a silly one thatwas more funny than scary, since the gory effects were so obviously fake. After the lights went down, Adam put his arm around Carterâs shoulders. She didnât make him take his arm away.
When the movie ended, Adam and Carter found the Mustang in the parking lot and got in. Adam pulled out without saying where he was going.
Carter had assumed he was taking her home. But she soon knew they werenât driving in the direction of North Hills.
âWhere are we going?â she asked.
Adam just said, âNo place special.â
He turned down Fear Street. Carter remembered that Adam lived on Fear Street.
She stared out