That Friday, Kori came to the back room for lunch. She seemed in awe of the older girls and was even absently respectful of Cassie, which was nice. Certainly Suzan and Deborah had no such respect. The strawberry blond seemed unaware of Cassie's existence unless she wanted something passed to her or picked up, and the biker fixed Cassie with a surly glare whenever they passed in the hall. Deborah and Doug - the other Henderson brother - had appeared in the back room only once since Cassie started eating there, and they had spent the entire time arguing furiously about some heavy-metal band.
Neither Faye nor Nick, the dark, coldly handsome boy who'd rescued Cassie's backpack, showed up at all that week.
But Kori Henderson was nice. Now that Cassie knew, she could see the resemblance to Chris and Doug - the blond hair and the blue-green eyes that Kori emphasized by wearing a turquoise necklace and ring all the time. Kori wasn't as wild as her brothers, though. She seemed just an ordinary, friendly, going-on-fifteen girl.
"I've been waiting so long for it, I can't believe it's finally here," she was saying at the end of lunch. "I mean, just think, next Tuesday's the day! And Dad says we can have the party down on the beach - or at least he didn't say we couldn't - and I want to make it really special, because of it being a holiday, too..." She trailed off suddenly. Cassie, following her gaze, saw that Diana had her lip caught between her teeth and was almost imperceptibly shaking her head.
What was Kori saying wrong? Cassie wondered. And then it struck her: this was the first she'd heard about a party, although it clearly wasn't news to the others. Was she not invited?
"So, uh, do you think Adam will be back in time for- - for - I mean, when do you think Adam will be back?" Kori stuttered.
"I don't really know. I hope it's soon, but..." Diana gave a little shrug. "Who can tell? Who can ever tell?"
"Who's Adam?" Cassie said, determined to show she didn't care about the party.
"You mean she hasn't told you about Adam yet? Diana, there's such a thing as carrying modesty too far," Melanie said, her cool gray eyes disbelieving.
The color had come to Diana's cheeks. "There just hasn't been time - " she began, and Laurel and Melanie hooted.
Cassie was surprised. She'd never seen Diana react this way. "No, but really," she said. "Who is he? Is he your boyfriend?"
"Only since childhood," Laurel said. "They've been together forever."
"But where is he? Is he in college? What's he like?"
"No, he's just - visiting some people," Diana said. "He's a senior, but he's been away so far this year. And as for what he's like... well, he's nice. I think you'll like him." She smiled.
Cassie looked toward Laurel for more information. Laurel waved a zucchini stick in the air. "Adam's..."
Kori said, "Yes, he's..."
Even Melanie couldn't seem to find the right words. "You'll have to meet him," she said.
Cassie was intrigued. "Do you have a picture of him?" she asked Diana.
"As a matter of fact, I don't," Diana said. Seeing Cassie's disappointment, she went on, "You see, around here people have a sort of silly superstition about photographs - they don't like them. So lots of us don't get pictures taken."
Cassie tried to pretend this wasn't as bizarre as she thought it was. Like aboriginals, she thought in amazement. Thinking the camera will steal their souls. How can anybody in the twentieth century think that?
"He's cute, though," Kori was saying fervently.
Suzan, who had been absorbed in eating, looked up from her lunch to proclaim in feeling tones: "That bod."
"Those eyes," Laurel said.
"You'd better go easy," Melanie said, smiling. "You're going to drive Diana crazy before he gets back."
"Crazy enough to give somebody else a chance, maybe?" Sean piped up. Looks of forbearance passed between the girls.
"Maybe, Sean - sometime in the next millennium," Laurel said. But being a kind girl, she didn't say it very loudly.
Looking amused, Melanie explained to Cassie, "Adam and Diana don't even see anyone of the opposite sex except each other. For years Adam thought the rest of us were boys."
"Which in Suzan's case took quite a lot of imagination," Laurel put in.
Suzan sniffed and glanced at Laurel's flat chest. "And in some people's case took no imagination at all."
"What about you, Cassie?" Diana interrupted before an argument could begin. "Did you leave a boyfriend back home?"
"Not really," Cassie said. "There was one guy, though, this summer. He was..." She stopped. She didn't want to tell the story in front of Suzan. "He was sort of... all right. So, anyway, how did Faye's date with Jeffrey go?" she asked Suzan abruptly.
Suzan's look said she wasn't fooled by the sudden change of subject, but she couldn't resist answering. "The fish got hooked," she said with a smirk. "Now all she has to do is reel him in."
The bell rang then, and there was no further conversation about boyfriends or dates. But Cassie noticed a look about Diana's eyes - a tender, wistful dreaminess - that lingered for the rest of the day.
After school, Diana and Cassie drove back to Crowhaven Road together. As they drove by the Henderson house - one of those in the worst repair - Cassie noticed Diana biting her lip. It was a sure sign the older girl was worried about something.
Cassie thought she knew what. "I don't mind about Kori's party," she offered quietly, and Diana looked at her, surprised. "I don't," Cassie insisted. "I don't even know Kori, really. The only time I saw her before was when she was out with Faye on the steps. What's wrong?" she added as Diana looked even more surprised.
"Kori was eating with Faye and the others that day you overheard them talking?"
"Yes - well, she came when they were almost finished eating. There was a whole group of kids, but she was the only one Faye would let stay. Faye said..."
"Faye said what?" Diana sounded resigned.
"She said, 'I thought you'd be eating in the cafeteria with the rest of the goody-goodies.'" Cassie left out the Princess of Purity part.
"Hm. And what did Kori say to that?"
Cassie felt uncomfortable. "She said something about too much goodness being boring. She didn't stay with them long, though. I think Faye and Suzan were trying to embarrass her."
"Mm," said Diana. She was biting her lip again.
"Anyway," Cassie went on, "I don't mind not being invited to her party, but do you think... well, do you think there's a chance that someday I could be in the Club too?"
Diana's green eyes had widened fractionally. "Oh, Cassie. But you don't want to," she said.
"I know I said things last week that sounded that way. But you told me not to judge the Club by Faye, and I'm not, now. And I like you and Melanie and Laurel and Kori - and Suzan's sort of okay. Even Chris Henderson is. So I thought, maybe..." She let her sentence trail off delicately. She could feel her heart beating faster.
"That's not what I meant," Diana replied. "I meant you don't want to because you want to go back home, to California, whenever you can. That's the truth, isn't it? You said you were planning to go to college there."
"Well, yes, eventually, but..." Cassie had said that, that first night at Diana's house. Now she was no longer so sure, but she didn't quite know how to explain this. "What has that got to do with it?" she said. "I mean, joining doesn't mean staying here the rest of your life, does it?"
Diana's eyes were on the road. "It's hard to explain." Then she said softly, "And in any case - well, I'm afraid membership is sort of limited."
Abruptly Cassie remembered Deborah's words after Kori had left that day. One empty space, one candidate, you know? And Kori was part of the neighborhood. She'd grown up here. Chris and
Doug were her brothers. She wasn't a stranger taken in just because Diana insisted, a puppy picked up off the street.
"I understand," Cassie said. She tried to sound as if it were all okay, as if it didn't matter. But it did. It did, terribly.
"No, you don't," Diana murmured. "But I think that's better. It really is, Cassie, believe me."
"Oh, no," Diana said. "I don't have the Scotch tape. It must have rolled under the car seat. You stay here; there's no reason for us both to go back." She turned and hurried toward the parking lot.
They were early that morning. Diana had a banner that she and Laurel had painted, saying "Happy Birthday, Kori." She was going to hang it above the main entrance of the school, and Cassie had offered to help. Cassie thought that was a particularly noble and unselfish gesture, considering she still wasn't invited to Kori's party. It also showed how much she didn't really mind.
Now she looked up at the main entrance of the school building that had scared her to death two weeks ago.
Two weeks. The first week she had spent as a pariah, an outcast, someone too dangerous to speak to because it might bring down the wrath of Faye on the speaker's head. But the second week...
Diana, she mused, didn't influence people by frightening them. She did it much more subtly, with love. It sounded impossibly stupid and Hallmark card-ish, but it was true. Everyone loved Diana - girls as well as boys - and most of them would walk over hot coals for her. As Diana's adopted "little sister" Cassie had instantly gained status far beyond anything she could have ever achieved on her own. She now went around with the coolest crowd in school - and if she wasn't completely a part of it, only the real insiders knew.
You're almost one of us. She heard Faye's words to Kori in her mind again. Well, today was Kori's birthday, and today Kori would be one of them. Today Kori would join the Club.
And Cassie never would.