I SPUTTERED WITH EXASPERATION. "Of course, we're still going to Homecoming," I said, almost tripping over a pile of clothes on my bedroom floor. Dread settled in as I plopped down on my bed and hunched over.
Homecoming weekend had finally arrived and I was checking off the last item on my to-do list for the double date with Ruthie and Maverick - confirm time with Mav. Ruthie and I had been busy with our plans all week, reserving the restaurant, buying new makeup, getting our nails done, and practicing hairstyles that looked good with our dresses. Ruthie was coming over soon to pick me up for the big football game and I wanted to tell her everything was good to go. Because it just had to be!
"You've got to be kidding me, Tru," Maverick bellowed through the phone. "You do realize that Gerard Hughes and his people are trying to kidnap you and/or kill you, right?"