AFTER SCHOOL ON MONDAY, the g**g gathered at the frozen-yogurt shop to catch up. We hadn't had time to talk at lunch today because Dr. Frankler had pulled Zander and me into her office for another chat. Ruthie wanted to hear all about it when I joined her at her locker later, but I'd convinced her to wait until we were all together so I wouldn't have to repeat myself.
Before we launched into it, Ruthie nudged me. "Where do you think we should go for Homecoming dinner?" she whispered.
I shrugged, finding it difficult to get excited about Homecoming when we were talking about prophecies, life on other planets, aliens living among us, and ... oh yeah, that I was part alien. But then I remembered how important this dance was to her. It was one of the biggest events of her senior year. I ha
