L8r, G8r (20 page)

SnowAngel:

i got the chicks!!! i got the chicks!!!

mad maddie:

yay! they're all safe and sound?

SnowAngel:

all but 1, which was dead when i got there.
tony swears it had a heart attack just from hearing his dog bark, but i dunno. do baby chicks have heart attacks?

mad maddie:

did it have any bite marks on it?

SnowAngel:

oh god, i'm not sure. i didn't really look …

mad maddie:

poor chickie

SnowAngel:

i know, i feel sooooo bad. like, i should have zoe say a prayer for it or something!

SnowAngel:

but at least i saved the others. they're in aunt sadie's bathtub, slipping and squawking around. and pooping. they poop A LOT. i'm a bit worried about what aunt sadie's gonna say …

mad maddie:

did zoe reach you? she's been hyperventilating all nite.

SnowAngel:

yeah. we talked. and—omg! she told me you were at starbucks waiting for ian???

mad maddie:

yep, he's here now, sitting right next to me. we r having a fool-around-on-the-computer date, cuz turns out we're geeks. who knew?

SnowAngel:

did you just call it a DATE?! and what do you mean, fool around? as in FOOL AROUND fool around?

mad maddie:

i mean we've both got our laptops and we're doing random computer stuff, you freak. and showing each other. in fact ian's reading over my shoulder and trying to grab my phone this very second.

SnowAngel:

*shrieks and claps hand to mouth*

SnowAngel:

he's not really, is he?

mad maddie:

no. but i did tell him about the chicks, and he thinks you did a good thing by saving them.

SnowAngel:

i had to. i'm the 1 who … you know. put them in peril.

mad maddie:

nonetheless, baby. big thumbs-up.

mad maddie:

so there's a party at ethan's tomorrow—gonna go?

SnowAngel:

yep, i'm going with andre. well, technically i'm going with logan, but i told logan i'd meet him there. which didn't make him happy, but …

SnowAngel:

bleh. sometimes i just don't want to deal with it.

SnowAngel:

does that answer your question?

mad maddie:

uh, sure, altho a simple “yes” would have been sufficient.

SnowAngel:

don't know what i'll do about the chicks, tho …

mad maddie:

dude, i'm outta here. want me to tell ian “hi” for you?

SnowAngel:

i want you to give him a big smoocheroo for me. on the lips, with lots of tongue action.

SnowAngel:

bye!

zoegirl:

hi, angela. how are the chicks doing this morning?

SnowAngel:

they're pooping machines—it's unbelievable! aunt sadie made me take them out of the tub and scrub it with bleach, so now they're living in my room in a box. only they keep hopping out and peck-peck-pecking all over my room.

SnowAngel:

hey, would YOU like a cute baby chick? or 2 or 3? i'm giving them away fo fwee!

zoegirl:

no thanks

SnowAngel:

rats. can you think of anyone who would?

zoegirl:

er … maybe a petting zoo? or a farmer?

SnowAngel:

ooo, yeah! do you know any petting zoo owners or farmers?

zoegirl:

sorry

SnowAngel:

*grrrr-ness*

SnowAngel:

zoe, listen. i have a question for you and yr gonna think i'm being facetious, but i'm not. do you pray?

zoegirl:

um, yeah. why?

SnowAngel:

like, every night? do you get down on your knees?

zoegirl:

i don't get down on my knees, but yes, i pray every night. why?

SnowAngel:

what do you pray about?

zoegirl:

just stuff that's going on in my life. i ask for help dealing with it. and i say thanks for all the good things in my life, like you and maddie and doug.

SnowAngel:

honestly? you thank God for me??? *gets teary-eyed*

zoegirl:

i think it's important to be grateful, that's all.

zoegirl:

are you secretly thinking that sounds incredibly stupid?

SnowAngel:

not at all! i think it's awesome.

SnowAngel:

will you say a prayer for that one chick? the one who died?

zoegirl:

why don't *you* say a prayer for it?

SnowAngel:

cuz you've had more practice.

SnowAngel:

1 little prayer, plz? it would make me feel so much better.

zoegirl:

sure, of course

SnowAngel:

and while yr at it, would you pray that i develop
phenomenally lustrous hair and a flawless complexion? and that i win a shopping spree at macy's?

zoegirl:

angela!

SnowAngel:

jk—but not about the chick

SnowAngel:

you going to ethan's tonite?

zoegirl:

no, doug and i are going to watch a movie and cuddle.

SnowAngel:

a pox on your head

SnowAngel:

well, if you change your mind, you should come!

SnowAngel:

one more thing. i bet you floss, too, don't you?

zoegirl:

of course. don't you?

SnowAngel:

no comment

zoegirl:

angela! you really should floss EVERY DAY!!!

mad maddie:

we miss you, zo! come to ethan's and drag doug with you!!!

zoegirl:

er …

mad maddie:

andre keeps singing songs from “The Book of Mormon.” so random, and yet so very, very entertaining.

mad maddie:

and *someone* has a lampshade on his/her head. the classic party move, and it's REALLY AND TRULY HAPPENING, RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY EYES.

mad maddie:

wanna know who?

zoegirl:

sure

mad maddie:

then get off yer butt and get over here!

zoegirl:

it sounds fun! it really does. but i'm good.

zoegirl:

but thanks for asking!

mad maddie:

omg, ethan's party turned so soap-opera-ish last night. u REALLY shld have been there.

mad maddie:

zo? anyone? helloooooo?

mad maddie:

well, here's the short version: angela made logan cry.

mad maddie:

if you wanna know more, call me!!!