“Luck to you on the Wallace quiz,” Gillian said.
“Piece of cake,” Julie said. “Boots’s girlfriend and I have been studying.”
Gillian picked up her trumpet case as Julie switched her homework books with her books for first period. Gently, Julie pressed the palm of her hand against the illustrations of Rapunzel’s prince on the inside of her locker door. “Wish me luck, Dad,” she whispered.
And she and Gillian went to class.