Bab 63: Why?

Oh. Rosalind hadn't thought of that. It wouldn't be the same as seeing each other every day but at least they could still talk. And if they were on their best behavior, they might be able to convince their foster parents to take them to a halfway point between their parts of town where they could hang out once a week. 

This didn't have to be the end of the world. She had overreacted. 

"I already have an email address because I needed to make one to register for my classes come January. It's roz.edison@hotmail.com." 

"Hang on! I need to write that down," Izzy insisted as she pulled out a tiny notebook and an equally tiny purple mechanical pencil with a rubber grip that Julian had gotten her as one of his many gifts.