I turned and went to Haylee’s bedroom. The door was closed, b
ut I thrust it open. Jimmy and she were on her bed, both now dressed. They smiled at me.
“How could you do that?”
“I saw you weren’t going to do it,” Haylee said, “and thought, why waste a good condom?”
Jimmy roared and slapped the side of his leg. “Good one.”
“It’s just a joke, Kaylee. Don’t get hysterical. Now it will be easier for you the next time.”
“I’ll swear she was in here with me the whole time,” Jimmy said, raising his right hand, and they both laughed again.
“If it makes any difference, he kept saying your name, not mine,” Haylee said.
“My dad is always saying ‘in the dark, all cats are gray,’?” Jimmy said. “Meow.”
Haylee laughed. Then she stopped and looked soberly at me. “Is everything cleaned up, put away? Oh, don’t we still have the tiramisu?”
“Tiramisu? I love it,” Jimmy said, starting to get up.
“You put something in our drinks, didn’t you?” I looked at Jimmy. “What was it? You brought it.”
“Who, moi?” Jimmy said. “I wouldn’t do that. Maybe you put it in yourself.”
“That’s my sister. She does stuff and then tries to blame it on me,” Haylee said. She rose, too.
“I’m going to tell Mother everything,” I declared.
“No, you won’t. She’ll be just as angry at you, maybe angrier for trying to blame me for something you wanted to do and did.”
“We’re wasting time,” Jimmy said. “There’s tiramisu waiting.”
They started toward me. I stepped away and went back to my bedroom. Matt was sitting on the side of the bed looking dazed, his hands on his temples.
“They put something in what we drank,” I told him.
He looked at me and nodded. “What was it?”
“I don’t know.”
“That bastard,” he said, standing, his hands clenched.
“Don’t start a fight here. It will only make things worse.”
He shook his head, looked at the bathroom and then back at me. “It was your sister?”
“I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
“Where are they?”
“Downstairs, eating dessert as if nothing happened,” I said.
“What do you want me to do now?”
“Just go home,” I said. “The party’s over.”
“You’re mad at me.”