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THE BLOCK ESTATE
THE KITCHEN
10:49 P.M.
August 31st
"Massie, it's very simple. You aren't going." Kendra said.
Massie Block snapped the tiny bell that hung from her charm bracelet again for the millionth time that minute. The pings were the only sound she could make, unless she wanted to be accused of interrupting by her extremely uptight mother. And of course, she did nawt. She just wanted to win the argument.
"But I've got plans! It would be rude if I broke them." She replied. "You're the one who always told me to 'honor my engagements." She made sharp quotes with her fingers to doubly remind her mother the rule was hers on the first place.
William Block shuffled in his seat and sipped his tea, then flipped a page in Westchester magazine.
"And I also told you this months ago! The Lyonses are coming, and you know your father is good friends with Jay, Claries' father." She spoke slowly as if speaking to Inez, their live in housekeeper. "They are coming here all the way from Florida, so Jay can work for your father. I expect you to be kind and respectful to them while they are looking for a home of their own. It's important for you to be here to make a good impression. After all, they are staying in the guesthouse."
Massie's eyes narrowed. "Why?!" She smacked her gum. "It's not like they're MY freeloading friends, they're DADS."
Kendra raised her hand and tapped William on the shoulder, hoping to get him to come into the conversation. But he just flipped another page.
"Claire will be your friend soon enough. She's starting the 7th grade, too. You'll have plenty to talk about, I'm sure."
Massie made a slight disgusted noise. "Like what, math?" She asked, drawing out the word.
"If you don't want to miss anything, invite her to go with you."
"Yeah right! We've had these appointments even be-fore you told me about the Lyonses, and it's not like I can just call up the spa and ask them to add her to our list at the last minute. Impossible! Not even Connor Foley could do that," She composed her face and then whispered "not as if he'd want to, just like me."
"Then you'll be here." Kendra nodded sharply.
"Not on time!" Massie called over her shoulder as she stomped upstairs. She always took her shoes off when she climbed the stairs (one of her mothers ah-nnoying rules) but left them on. Each floor-destroyed step would pay her mother back on ruining her plans. Her black pug puppy Bean raced along beside her, avoiding Massie's killer three-inch mules. She scooped her up to avoid stepping on her little baby.
When she got to her door she kicked off her shoes. And then slammed the door.
Her mothers voice came from the white intercom. "You will apologize right now young lady for those stairs. And DO NOT SLAM!"
Massie rolled her eyes. "Yeah right," and turned the speaker off. She turned to face her bedroom and relaxed on the wall.
Everything was white. The chaise by the window, the sheep rug, the brick walls, the fresh tulips and her Mac. The Pretty Committee called it the iPad, because it was so white. After staying in the Mondrain presidential suite in Los Angeles, she'd suddenly come over with a case of white-fever.
The only other color came from a green apple in the middle of the room, and her purple sheets on her bed. She'd just read in a British gossip magazine purple was the color of royalty; and she was royalty.
She'd wanted to buy more purple things over Labor Day with her friends, but thanks to Claire and her freeloading parents that wouldn't be happening.
Massie stared into Bean's eyes.
"Tell me this isn't happening." She blinked. "Missing Spa Day could stunt my social growth for the rest. of. the. year. Everybody will have a bunch of jokes I won't get! And they'll be all, 'oh, you just haddddddd to be there.' And I'll just smile and have to act like a good sport! Beannn!" Massie moaned.
But all Bean did was lick Massie's wrist. She luved the taste of Chanel 19.
Massie shook her head. "This can't happen. You know Dylan will buy that YSL lip marker I saw in Lucky! And if I was there, I could stop it!
"All this is happening because of the Lyons. Just because they are coming all the way from Or-lan-dork to live here for a year. Maybe less. So what is the urgency? Why should I miss Spa Day? She won't be going anywhere. Unless, she, ya'know. Dies. But that wouldn't happen, Bean. Because it's not as if she has a life-threatening disease." Bean yelped.
"And if she does, why should I get attached? It'd just be harder. It would, Bean." Bean blinked. "It won't happen. Would. Not gonna happen."
The itinerary she made was sitting on her desk. She ripped it into little-bitty bits and sprinkled it over the trashcan. Words like wax, therapy (aroma had been torn away) and highlights were still intact. She put her gum in the trash and opened her cell phone.
Her sheets wrinkled as she landed on them and pressed 1 on the speed dial.
"Hey" a beautiful Spanish girl answered.
"Hold on, I'll get Dylan."
"Kay." Alicia answered.
Massie pressed 2 and hit send. The sound of chips being munched came in the background.
Massie punched 3. A cackle came over the phone and Massie giggled.
"Dyl, why are you eating chips so early?"
"I'm hungry, Kristen." The red-head answered.
"Guys, Alicia is here too."
"Heyyy."
"So whats up Mass?"
"Ican'tgo."
"What?" Dylan sounded amused.
"Yeah, stop lying." The sporty-soccer babe said.
"No, I'm not. I…" she paused. "I hab da flu."
"Oh gawd, you sound aw-ful." Kristen groaned.
"I feel bawful."
"Yeah, you shouldn't go, Mass. We shouldn't go."
"What?!" Alicia snapped. "What exactly is wrong with you? Maybe we can help."
"Feber. Headache. Stuffed up doze. You doh. Duh usual." She sniffled and added an ughhhhh for effect.
Kristen sounded like she was shaking her head. "Dyls right. It won't be the same without you, we'll bail."
"Who's going to tell me I look fat?" Dylan asked.
"The broken mirror." Alicia giggled.
Dylan giggled. "Don't leave me alone with them!"
Massie grinned. They needed her. They always did. That's what mattered.
But they could always change their minds.
"You go. I want to hear everything." She forgot her sick voice. "Every little bit."
