““I’ve got the flask I stole from Elliot down in my locker,” Annie says. Time: three minutes, forty-two seconds. And the record of nine minutes, seven seconds continues to hold strong. “You want a nip before you head over?” Annie offers sweetly. She’s a good friend—like Helen to Jane in Jane Eyre. As kind as she is pretty. I shake my head. Then I pull my big-girl knickers up all the way to my neck. “I’ll let you know how it goes””
