Not only that. He sounded like Dirty Harry.
Which was just how I felt when I dropped that eggplant out the window. Like Dirty Harry.
And it had felt good—but not quite so good as having Michael rush to my defense like that.
Michael said, “Let’s just say I used to have a very keen interest in experimenting with the earth’s gravitational pull.”
Wow. There is so much I don’t know about Lilly’s brother. Like he used to be a juvenile delinquent!
Could a computer genius-slash-juvenile delinquent ever be interested in a flat-chested princess like myself? He did save my life tonight (well, okay: he saved me from possible community service).
It’s not a French kiss, or a slow dance, or even an admission he’s the author of that anonymous letter.
But it’s a start.
I know what yer thinkin’:
Did he fire six shots, or only five?
Frankly, in all the confusion,
I kinda lost track myself.
But you gotta ask yourself one question:
(beat)
Do I feel lucky?
(long pause)
Well?
(long pause)
Do ya, punk?
THINGS TO DO
1. English journal
2. Stop thinking about that stupid letter
3. Ditto Michael Moscovitz
4. Ditto the interview
5. Ditto Mom
6. Change cat litter
7. Drop off laundry
8. Get super to put lock on bathroom door
9. Buy: Dishwashing liquid
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